Don't Mix Wine And Women.

You Cannot Insult A Man More Atrociously Than By Refusing To Believe He Is Suffering .

Not Believing In Anything Is Also A Religion .

To Avenge A Wrong Done To You, Is To Rob Yourself Of The Comfort Of Crying Out Against The Injustice Of It.

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.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.