Aristrocracy Is Like Cheese. The Older It

The Stern Hand Of Fate Has Scourged Us To An Elevation Where We Can See The Great Everlasting Things Which Matter For A Nation - The Great Peaks We Had Forgotten, Of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, And Clad In Glittering White, The Great Pinnacle Of Sacrifice Pointing Like A Rugged Finger To Heaven.

The Doctors Are Always Changing Their Opinions. They Always Have Some New Fad.

God Has Chosen Little Nations As The Vessels By Which He Carries His Choicest Wines To The Lips Of Humanity To Rejoice Their Hearts, To Exalt Their Vision, To Strengthen Their Faith, And If We Had Stood By When Two Little Nations [belgium And Serbia] Were Being Crushed And Broken By The Brutal Hands Of Barbarians, Our Shame Would Have Rung Down The Everlasting Ages.

One Day While Lloyd George Was Making A Political Speech Before A Big Crowd, A Heckler Yelled, "wait A Minute, Mr. George. Isn't It True Your Grandfather Used To Peddle Tinware Around Here In An Oxcart Hauled By A Donkey?" Lloyd George Replied, "i Digress Just A Moment And Thank The Gentlemen For Calling That To My Attention. It Is True, My Dear Old Grandfather Used To Peddle Tinware With An Old Cart And A Donkey. As A Matter Of Fact, After This Meeting Is Over, If My Friend Will Come With Me, I Will Show Him That Old Cart, But I Never Knew Until This Minute What Became Of The Ass."

I Am The Last Man In The World To Say That The Succor Which Is Given Us From America Is Not In Itself Something To Rejoice At Greatly. But I Also Say That I Can See More In The Knowledge That America Is Going To Win A Right To Be At The Conference Table When The Terms Of Peace Are Discussed. . . . It Would Have Been A Tragedy For Mankind If America Had Not Been There, And There With All Her Influence And Power.