I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

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

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

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

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

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.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.