Fancy cutting down all those beautiful trees...to make pulp for those bloody newspapers, and calling it civilisation.

I never worry about action, but only inaction.

We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls.

War, which used to be cruel and magnificent has now become cruel and squalid.

During their lifetimes, every man and woman will stumble across a great opportunity. Sadly, most of them will simply pick themselves up, dust themselves down and carry on as if nothing ever happened.

Never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.

I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.