This war proceeds along its terrible path by the slaughter of infantry...I say to myself every day. What is going on while we sit here, while we go away to dinner or home to bed? Nearly, 1000 - Englishmen, Britishers, and the other is America...Everything else is swept away.

Out of intense complexities, intense simplicities emerge

I have in my life concentrated more on self-expression than self-denial.

I think a curse should rest on me - because I love this war. I know it's smashing and shattering the lives of thousands every moment - and yet - I can't help it - I enjoy every second of it.

Some people did not like this ceremonious style. But after all when you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite.

There never will be enough for everything while the world goes on. The more that is given the more there will be needed.

The worst mistake that a statesman can make is to promise victory and to see it dashed, the hopes dashed.