When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

I have no technical psychological interest; it is drama, speech,and events that interest me.

Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.

We possess nothing certainly except the past

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.