We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.
This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.
Nine-tenths of tactics are certain, and taught in books: but the irrational tenth is like the kingfisher flashing across the pool, and that is the test of generals.
The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.
To me an unnecessary action, or shot, or casualty, was not only waste but sin.
Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.