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 white silk robes of an Arab prince, with in his belt the short curved, gold sword of the Ashraf descendants of the Prophet, he hoped to pass unnoticed through London. Alas, he was mistaken. 'Who am I?' he would cry despairingly. 'You are Lawrence of Arabia' passers-by would stop him and say, 'And I claim my five pounds.'

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

Headmaster: They were all socialists. Why is it always the intelligent people who are socialists?

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

'Look at Van Gogh. He couldn`t sell a painting to save his life while he was alive. The poor guy had to give them away. Same with Basquiat. They used to call h…

The other night I was in New York and I made a diner reservation in my name. I showed up with my girlfriend and they asked who I was, so I said, 'Dave Grohl.' …

O combien d'actions, combien d'exploits celebres Sont demeures sans gloire au milieu des tenebres.