It is harder to kill a whisper than even a shouted calumny.

To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again

Thinking and planning is one side of life; doing is another. A man cannot be
doing all the time.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power—they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

There are few men more superstitious than soldiers. They are, after all, the men who live closest to death.

The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.