It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.

That's the public-school system all over. They may kick you out, but they never let you down.

There is no ordinary run of mankind, there are only individuals who are totally different. And whether a man is naked and black and stands on one foot in Sudan or is clothed in some kind of costume in a bus in England, they are still individuals of entirely different characters.

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.

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.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

If a thing's worth doing at all, it's worth doing well.