I was shown a picture by Cézanne of a blank wall of a house, which he had made instinct with the most delicate lights and colours.

The short words are best, and the old words, when short, are the best of all.

I will not pretend that if I had to choose between communism and Nazism I would choose communism.

Never trust a man who has not a single redeeming vice.

Here life itself, life at its best and healthiest, awaits the caprice of the bullet. Let us see the development of the day. All else may stand over, perhaps for ever. Existence is never so sweet as when it is at hazard.

No one can guarantee success in war, but only deserve it.

And wherever men are fighting against barbarism, tyranny, and massacre, for freedom, law, and honour, let them remember that the fame of their deeds, even though they themselves be exterminated, may perhaps be celebrated as long as the world rolls round.