An Opinion Can Be Argued With; A

Misery, Anger, Indignation, Discomfort-those Conditions Produce Literature. Contentment-never. So There You Are.

I Wrote My Will Across The Sky, In Stars

They Taught Me That No Man Could Be Their Leader Except He Ate The Ranks' Food, Wore Their Clothes, Lived Level With Them, And Yet Appeared Better In Himself.

The Greatest Commander Is He Whose Intuitions Most Nearly Happen.

I Had Dropped One Form And Not Taken On The Other, And Was Become Like Mohammed's Coffin In Our Legend, With A Resultant Feeling Of Intense Loneliness In Life, And A Contempt, Not For Other Men, But For All They Do.