Love comes into your being like a tidal wave ... sometimes it withdraws like a wave, till there isn't such a thing as a pool left, and every bit of your heart is as dry as seaweed beyond the wave's reach.

What are so mysterious as the eyes of a child?

It is you men who make war! ... We, who have children, would never make it! Why should a woman be broken up in pain, to give her child life, only to see him carried away from her, to make food for guns?

If money had been the way to save the world, Christ himself would have been rich.

A man whose every exertion is bent upon showing up the flaws in his wife's character must be at least partially responsible for some of them.

Life was a series of messes, and one spent one's time cleaning them up; if one had any heart at all one also gave a part of one's time to cleaning up those of other people.

Truth, though it has many disadvantages, is at least changeless. You can always find it where you left it.