I Formed A Resolution To Never Write

The Fools Ran After Me And I Ran After The Whores, Foolish Though I Realized Such A Proceeding To Be.

I Thank God Daily For The Good Fortune Of My Birth, For I Am Certain I Would Have Made A Miserable Peasant.

The Lucky Man Is He Who Knows How Much To Leave To Chance.

Clairvoyant, Hornblower Could Foresee That In A Year's Time, The World Would Hardy Remember The Incident. In Twenty Years, It Would Be Entirely Forgotten. Yet Those Headless Corpses Up There In Muzillac; Those Shattered Redcoats; Those Frenchmen Caught In The Four-pounder's Blast Of Canister -- They Were As Dead As If It Had Been A Day In Which History Had Been Changed.

There Is No Other Way Of Writing A Novel Than To Begin At The Beginning At To Continue To The End.