Some day I'd like to cover a war in a country as ugly as war itself.

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.

Books can ignite fires in your mind, because they carry ideas for kindling, and art for matches.

Who do you want to surround yourself with? People who can pull you up to their level of greatness? Or people who will happily pull you down to theirs?

...These guys totally agree that you're smokin' hot but think you're too young-""That means 'flat-chested'. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment

Do not look sad. We shall meet soon again." "Please, Aslan", said Lucy,"what do you call soon?" "I call all times soon" said Aslan; and instantly he was vanished away.

Not much is known about alligators. They don't train well. And they're unwieldy and rowdy to work with in laboratories.

Veganism gives people an actual chance to DO SOMETHING instead of adding more cement (good intentions) to pave that road to Hell.

In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.

A reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure until he knows whether the writer of it be a black man or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor.

If you could get all the people in an organization rowing in the same direction, you could dominate any industry, in any market, against any competition, at any time.

Life's a roller coaster, and you never know when it's going to take a turn.