Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim.
We never enjoy perfect happiness; our most fortunate successes are mingled with sadness; some anxieties always perplex the reality of our satisfaction.
You start out giving your hat, then you give your coat, then your shirt, then your skin and finally your soul.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put the past together again. So let’s remember: Don’t try to saw sawdust.
We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!
An author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.