But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

No one accuses the Gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He hasn't the time. He serves at least three jealous gods—his horse and all its saddlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

Funny how the new things are the old things.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven't had any tea for a week... The bottom is out of the Universe.