One of the parodoxes of war is that those in the rear want to get up into the fight, while those in the lines want to get out.

Our artillery has really been sensational. For once we have enough of something and at the right time. Officers tell me they actually have more guns than they know what to do with.

War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth.

Thoughts are wonderful things, that they can bring two people, so far apart, into harmony and understanding for even a little while.

Say what you will, nothing can make a complete soldier except battle experience.

I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

If you go long enough without a bath, even the fleas will let you alone.

There is no sense in the struggle, but there is no choice but to struggle.

About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.

Common sense often makes good law.

Don't confuse my point of view with cynicism. The real cynics are the ones who tell you that everything's gonna be all right.

There is only one reason an intelligent person doesn't believe in miracles. He or she believes in materialism.

The easy way out is to approve an early retirement plan one year but not pay out sick and vacation time to deserving employees until three years later. Unfortunately, later is now.

Everyone has got to realise you can't hold onto the past if you want any future. Each second should lead to the next one.

There is nothing quite so satisfying, and so healing, as a good cry.

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.

I'm not someone who's sort of still trying to figure out what I believe in.

Egypt is the next domino to fall and, as they say, so goes Egypt so goes the Middle East.

We cannot be free of nagging desires through suppression. This is like trying to keep a rubber boat beneath the water. But we remove compulsive desires altogether by understanding their nature.