We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

A library is that venerable place where men preserve the history of their experience, their tentative experiments, their discoveries, and their plans... in books may be found the recipes for daily living - the prescriptions for the mind and the heart.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

Courtesy is not dead - it has merely taken refuge in Great Britain.