She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.

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

Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

It is often our best friends who throw us down.

Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.

A day will come when there will be no battlefields, but markets opening to commerce and minds opening to ideas.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.