If only they would not look at one so-What great misery can be in two such small spots, no bigger than a man's thumb-in their eyes!

The things men did or felt they had to do.

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death

The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom.

For us lads of eighteen they ought to have been mediators and guides to the world of maturity, the world of work, of duty, of culture, of progress -- to the future.

Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.

A person must never live a lie. We free ourselves to live a full life by discovering the courage to face our illusions and live a true life.

It is only when one has lost all things, that one knows that one possesses it

If you're going to have a heart attack, mine was the kind to have. I'm thankful that it hasn't affected my output or my capacity to perform. And it has given me a lot to think and write about.

Our Blacks Are Better Than Their's

I didn't have the time to literally write and draw the strip at the same time.

So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.

I keep getting these people at my shows who only know me from television. I can always tell when they're, like, emotionally flinching when I start doing my jokes.

As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.

In this temple As in the hearts of the people For whom he saved the Union The memory of Abraham Lincoln Is enshrined forever

To Ronald Wilson Regan, The Fortieth President of The United States: The Man Who Won The War.