There are no atheists in the foxhole.

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.

Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets agains, because more than she is insignificant, she is forgetful.

Jesus was a cross-dresser.

Consumption is also immediately production, just as in nature the consumption of the elements and chemical substances is the production of the plant.

Buechner is a worthy member of the great prose stylists: Pascal, Newman, and Merton, who have harnessed their art to a passionate religious faith.

In mixed company women practise a kind of visual shorthand that they later decode in detail in other women's company.

Well, it doesn't look good. Makes me look like one of those unloved latchkey children they make after-school specials about." "Don't sell yourself short. You're more Masterpiece Theatre.

Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind. That would mean the death of magic, I think.

Character is a mark cut upon something, and this indelible mark determines the only true value of all people and all their work.

Yielding to emotions such as anger or hurt or defensiveness will drive away the Holy Ghost.

The thing about Dirk [Gently] is that he's very lonely.