Nothing is ever so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can’t set it right in the course of an afternoon.

A man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe; a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.

The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once, at least, the head has to bow and the knee has to bend to danger. The soldiers who march back under the triumphal arches are death's deserters.

The secret of success is sincerity.

There’s a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world’s mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.

The man who discovers a woman’s weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

To seek out in a world full of joy the one thing that is certain to give you pain, and hug it to your bosom with all your strength; that’s the greatest human happiness.

In war-time a man is called a hero. It doesn’t make him any braver, and he runs for his life. But at least it’s a hero who is running away.