"We're on our own now."

"[trimming his mustache] My face is a never fading source of wonder to me."

"[telling Knightly of his summer activities] I...met this fantastic bird in the East End, went round all the pubs. You…"

"[clapping slowly, facetiously] Jolly, jolly good, Stephans."

"[after lights-out, whispering] Stephans. Whatever you're doing now... don't."

"[to Stephans] Excuse me, you mind not picking your shag-spots in here?"

"The whole world will end very soon - black, brittle bodies peeling into ash..."

"There's no such thing as a wrong war. Violence and revolution are the only pure acts."

"War is the last possible creative act."

"[making a blood pact with Wallace and Knightly] Death to the oppressor!"