The vistas of possibility are only limited by the shortness of life.
In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
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.
War is mainly a catalogue of blunders.
My tastes are simple. I like only the very best.
The tired parts of the mind can be rested and strengthened not merely by rest, but by using other parts.