Every battalion has its marching songs.

Few men could explain why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the right thing from the wrong motive.

A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and followed our merry pipers home to town.

I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom, who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who joined the army after war was declared.

There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.

Even the distribution of rations leaves much to be desired; the fatigue party, well-intentioned and sympathetic though it be, often finds itself short of provisions.

The soldiers' last meal is generally served out about five o'clock in the afternoon, sometimes earlier; and a stretch of fourteen hours intervenes between then and breakfast.

To the soldier, luck is merely another word for skill.

Divisional exercise is a great game of make-believe.

...at last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had.

Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

Comedy is difficult for an actor. But I think I have a good sense of humor and manage to make people laugh and make them happy.

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't.

In love there is no because.

I realized relatively early on that I had no desire to be a mother whatsoever. I actually love children, but specifically other people's.

We have art so that we shall not die of reality.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose trinity! Luminous triangle! Whoever has not known you is without sense!

The treasures of your life will present themselves to you only if you really are open to them.

Sickness is not just in the body, it could be in the mind, it could be in your intellect; it could be in the inhibitions of your intellect