Time and the Ocean and some guiding star and High Cabal have made us what we are.

The pictorial battlefield becomes a sea of mud mercifully veiled by the fog of war.

I could not help reflecting that the bullet which had struck the chestnut [horse] had certainly passed within a foot of my head. So at any rate I had been 'under fire.' That was something.

In war, the truth must be guarded by a body guard of lies.

Preparation is - if not the key to genius - then at least the key to sounding like a genius.

Keep calm and carry on.

I'm bored with it all. Before slipping into a coma. He died 9 days later.