A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.

The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.

I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

Habit is the nursery of errors.

Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.