That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.

For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.