Headmaster: I have never understood this liking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.

That's a bit like asking a man crawling across the Sahara whether he would prefer Perrier or Malvern water.

Headmaster: Shyness had always been a disease with him, and it was shyness and a longing for anonymity that made him disguise himself. Clad in the magnificent …

I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.

Les opinions ont plus cause de maux sur ce petit globe que la peste et les tremblements de terre.

There can be no country or dignity without unity of the people, and there can be no unity without agreement, and there can be no agreement without conciliation…

And the war rages on in a land called somewhere And Generals order their men to kill And to fight for a cause theyve long ago forgotten While a little cloud we…