By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented.
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.
I keep going over a sentence. I nag it, gnaw it, pat and flatter it.
When you look at the startling ruins of Nuremberg, you are looking at a result of the war. When you look at the prisoners on view in the courthouse, you are looking at 22 of the causes.
She was built for crowds. She has never come any closer to life than the dinner table.
Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.
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