May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. - J. R. R. Tolkien

Every morning I wake up and think good, another 24 hours' pipe-smoking.

I have in this War a burning private grudge — which would probably make me a better soldier at 49 than I was at 22: against that ruddy little ignoramus Adolf Hitler (for the odd thing about demonic inspiration and impetus is that it in no way enhances the purely intellectual stature: it chiefly affects the mere will). Ruining, perverting, misapplying, and making for ever accursed, that noble northern spirit, a supreme contribution to Europe, which I have ever loved, and tried to present in its true light.

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.