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

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.

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 man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.

Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible

A world of automata – of creatures that worked like machines – would hardly be worth creating.

Thirty trillion dollars worth of services, scot-free to humanity, every year.

I've written a lot of autobiography, which also involved listening.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

Can you row?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. "Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--" Alice was beginning to say.

You might say that certain words are only pegs to hang intonations on.

Ordinary' is a word I loathe. It has a patronizing air. I have come across ordinary people who have done extraordinary things.

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.