They died hard those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy and they were lousy and they stunk. And I loved them.
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man really is so but he that thinks himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool.
Doubt is the vestibule through which all must pass before they can enter into...
Moderation is the inseparable companion of wisdom but with it genius has not...
War kills men and men deplore the loss but war also crushes bad principles...
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
