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

Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.

Dream your dreams with open eyes and make them come true.

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

Half a calamity is better than a whole one.

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.

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.