I Accumulated In Those Years So Fine

Don't Talk To Me About Naval Tradition. It's Nothing But Rum, Sodomy, And The Lash.

The Arts Are Essen­tial To Any Com­plete National Life. The State Owes It To Itself To Sus­tain And Encour­age Them. [...] Ill Fares The Race Which Fails To Salute The Arts With The Rev­er­ence And Delight Which Are Their Due.

Oh, What Is The Matter With Poor Puggy-wug? Pet Him And Kiss Him And Give Him A Hug. Run And Fetch Him A Suitable Drug. Wrap Him Up Tenderly All In A Rug. That Is The Way To Cure Puggy-wug.

Science Unfolded Her Treasures And Her Secrets To The Desperate Demands Of Men, And Placed In Their Hands Agencies And Apparatus Almost Decisive In Their Character. Reflecting On The Outcome Of World War I, And An Ominous Future.

Don't Mind The Five Or More Million Germans. Stalin Will See To Them They Will Cease To Exist.