The war is dreadful. It is the business of the art...

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I started in the restaurant business at the age of 19 as a waitress. I loved the atmosphere and the camaraderie of the restaurant business. I loved not having to go to an office. I loved making people happy.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry.

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.

Bring a wife home to your house when you are of the right age, not far short of 30 years, nor much above this is the right time for marriage.

We prefer world law in the age of self-determination to world war in the age of mass extermination.

God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

I didn't know a time when there wasn't a war because I spent all my time from the age of two or three to eight in a coal cellar really.

We live in an age, in an era where there is so much negativity, there is so much violence in the world, there is so much unrest and people are at war, that I wanted to promote the word love and red signifies love.