Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.

It is difficult to keep quiet when everything is being done wrong, but the less you lose your temper the greater your advantage. Also then you will not go mad yourself.

Do not try and do too much with your own hands. Better the Arabs do it tolerably than you do it perfectly. It is their war, and you are to help them, not win it for them.

Your success will be proportioned to the amount of mental effort you devote to it.

We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.