Love is the only real patriation, and without one's dear one sits in a dreary and boring exile.

Rouen shone in dark sunlight and a storm swept it away from my eyes and churned up the broad river with waves which pounced up like cats as our train drew out of the arches of the bridge.

I have an idea that conscience impedes quite as many merits as faults, is a sort of alloy, a nickel which may prevent silver from bending but also prevents it from shining.

Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.

You are only young once. At the time it seems endless, and is gone in a flash; and then for a very long time you are old.

One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.