Genius is an overused word. The world has known only about a half dozen geniuses. I got only fairly near.

What impressed me particularly in Vienna was the strict order everywhere. No mob disturbances of any kind, in spite of the greatly increased liberty and relaxation of police regulations.

The outbreak of the war found my wife and me in Switzerland, where we were taking a cure.

Courage, energy and patience are the virtues which appeal to my heart.

I saw a great many men die afterwards, some suffering horribly, but I do not recall any death that affected me quite so much as that of this first victim in my platoon.

Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.

One gets into a strange psychological, almost hypnotic, state of mind while on the firing line which probably prevents the mind's eye from observing and noticing things in a normal way.

IN trying to recall my impressions during my short war duty as an officer in the Austrian Army, I find that my recollections of this period are very uneven and confused

There are two things that turn a boy into a man

To light one candle to God and another to the Devil is the principle of wisdom.

As my poor father used to say In 1963, Once people start on all this Art Goodbye, moralitee! And what my father used to say Is good enough for me.

Be nice. (The world is a small town.)

How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence.

Liberation movements - prizing ends over means - are not always particular about their friends or scrupulous about their transactions.

Whoever has seen the masked at a ball dance amicably together, and take hold of hands without knowing each other, leaving the next moment to meet no more, can form an idea of the world.

Do what you must, but do it well, above all enjoy yourself!

I hate the assumption that once you're committed to someone you stop treating each other like individuals. I like getting up knowing I am choosing to be with that person.

Rabbi Zusya said that on the Day of Judgment, God would ask him, not why he had not been Moses, but why he had not been Zusya.