... most people are dead, and none of them seem to mind it. One hears a great many complaints about life, doesn't one? And there are people I know who would certainly grumble -- however dead they were -- if there were anything to grumble at.

... the ears of the hunted grow even keener than a hunter's.

There's nothing final about a mistake, except its being taken as final.

Morale is not a single instinct. It has many ingredients. A sense of personal responsibility, the natural courage of an individual, the amount of his acquired self-discipline -- and above all his interest in others -- these together make up the spirit of morale.

When a reserved person once begins to talk, nothing can stop him; and he does not want to have to listen, until he has quite finished his unfamiliar exertion.

artists are exposed to great temptations: their eyes see paradise before their souls have reached it, and that is a great danger.

A refugee is as helpless as a new born child - but not so appealing! Besides, a new born child has no memories!