At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

We Who Go Out To Die Shall Be Remembered, Because We Gave The World Peace. That Will Be Our Reward, Though We Will Know Nothing Of It, But Lie Rotting In The Earth - Dead.

There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop To A Hungry Man.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.

If There Is Anything I've Learned, Is That Piety Is Smarter Than Hate, That Mercy Is Preferable Even To Justice Itself, That If You Go Around The World With Friendly Look, One Does Good Friends.