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.

I try not to take any foolish chances, but there's just no way to play it completely safe and still do your job.

Yet he saw that in all places there was originality, resulting from the human efforts at decoration and ingenious methods of survival.

The time will come that humans will be able to grasp the true essence of matter, so they will no longer need their physical bodies in order to live and to exist in this universe.

It's true that humanity has seen a succession of crises, wars and atrocities, but this negative side is offset by advances in technology and cultural exchanges.

We need to teach our children history, right from the primary school level, for them to better understand the issues. In my son's school they don't teach history.

I mean, I spent 30 years in the world of physical perfection, right? I've known most of the world's most perfect physical specimens over the course of the last 30 years.

If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn't matter which path you take.

No. --Claire Bullshit! Yes, a world of yes. --Eve

Progress is the activity of today and the assurance of tomorrow

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

I'd found that what I wrote and put out on records somehow was not fitting into how I perform on stage.