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.

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

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

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

Words create conceptions and self-conceptions and ultimately nations. They can start and stop wars. They can would and heal. Choosing words carefully is a moral responsibility.

A cherished cause and a general who inspires confidence by previous success are powerful means of electrifying an army.

Man is descended from a hairy, tailed quadruped, probably arboreal in its habits.

Artillery is the god of war.

Beauty, like male ballet dancers, makes some men afraid.

I haven't thought about it. I'm not capable of deep thinking.

We have to implant democracies where there are now dictatorships.

No man is above the law.

There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction.