“Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to commonsense.”

There must always be some who are brighter and some who are stupider, the latter make up for it by being better workers.

You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?

There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.

He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.

When the praying does no good, insurance does help.

For once you must try not to shirk the facts: mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.

When you name yourself, you always name another.

For time flows on, and if it did not, it would be a bad prospect for those who do not sit at golden tables.

General, your tank is a powerful vehicle It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. But it has one defect: It needs a driver.

Only bad generals need heroes.

I don’t trust him. We’re friends.

But something’s missing.

Realist writing, of which history offers many widely varying examples, is likewise conditioned by the question of how, when and for what class it is made use of.

One must live well to know what living is.

For the task assigned them Men aren’t smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.