Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.

Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing

The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.

I, too, saw God through mud