War Is Mainly A Catalogue Of Blunders.

And Wherever Men Are Fighting Against Barbarism, Tyranny, And Massacre, For Freedom, Law, And Honour, Let Them Remember That The Fame Of Their Deeds, Even Though They Themselves Be Exterminated, May Perhaps Be Celebrated As Long As The World Rolls Round.

The Day May Dawn When Fair Play, Love For One's Fellow Men, Respect For Justice And Freedom, Will Enable Tormented Generations To March Forth Serene And Triumphant From The Hideous Epoch In Which We Have To Dwell. Meanwhile, Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

I Hate Nobody Except Hitler--and That Is Professional.

Nothing Makes A Man More Reverent Than A Library.

The Loyalties Which Center Upon Number One Are Enormous. If He Trips, He Must Be Sustained. If He Make Mistakes, They Must Be Covered. If He Sleeps, He Must Not Be Wantonly Disturbed. If He Is No Good, He Must Be Pole-axed.