Everyone is more or less mad on one point.
More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
I had six honest serving men. They taught me all I knew. Their names were: Where, What, When, Why, How and Who.
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves It's pretty, but is it Art?
A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.
A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.
A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.
All the people like us are We, and everyone else is They.