A Fanatic Is One Who Can't Change

I Built With My Own Hands ... A Large Swimming-pool Which Was Filtered To Limpidity And Could Be Heated To Supplement Our Fickle Sunshine.

Still, It Is The Primary Right Of Men To Die And Kill For The Land They Live In, And To Punish With Exceptional Severity All Members Of Their Own Race Who Have Warmed Their Hands At The Invaders' Hearth.

Sunshine Is My Quest.

You Never Can Tell Whether Bad Luck May Not After All Turn Out To Be Good Luck.

No Compromise With The Main Purpose; No Peace Till Victory; No Pact With Unrepentant Wrong.