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.

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.

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

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.

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

People usually gossip about people they don't quite understand, are jealous of, or have other negative feelings for.

Feeling grateful to breathe a new day. Gratitude is a way to submit to the flow of life.

Prayer is always in danger of degenerating into a glorified gold rush. How to get things from God occupies most [books].

Personally, I've never understood inactivity. Why a person would sit when he could soar, be a spectator when he could play, or atrophy when he could develop...is beyond me!

The greatest art in the world is the art of storytelling.

While I don't think that Twitter is really an appropriate place for someone who seriously needs help, it shows the impact that we can have when we collectively come together to support someone.

By the way, I'm not just one man with a chalkboard. I'm one man with four chalkboards.

Well, I'm British. I'm proud to be British and I love this country. I'm going nowhere.

I believe that those who die for Ireland have no need for prayer

If I had not been discriminated against or had not suffered persecution, I would never have received the Nobel Prize.