It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one's generation.
Signs cannot be represented, in a spy's report, so damningly as words.
God's only excuse is that he does not exist.
War was then no longer this noble and unified outburst of souls in love with glory that he had imagined from Napoleon's proclamations.
One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
A good book is an event in my life.