Don't Mix Wine And Women.

The Search For A New Personality Is Futile; What Is Fruitful Is The Interest The Old Personality Can Take In New Activities.

Now That I've Seen What War Is, What Civil War Is, I Know That Everybody, If One Day It Should End, Ought To Ask Himself: "and What Shall We Make Of The Fallen? Why Are They Dead?" I Wouldn't Know What To Say. Not Now, At Any Rate. Nor Does It Seem To Me That The Others Know. Perhaps Only Dead Know, And Only For Them Is The War Really Over.

Give Me The Ready Hand Rather Than The Ready Tongue.

Men Who Have A Tempestuous Inner Life And Do Not Seek To Give Vent To It By Talking Or Writing Are Simply Men Who Have No Tempestuous Inner Life. Give Company To A Lonely Man And He Will Talk More Than Anyone.

When You Dream, You Are An Author, But You Do Not Know How It Will End.