If One Has To Submit, It Is

It Seems To Me That The Moment Has Come When The Question Of Bombing Of German Cities Simply For The Sake Of Increasing The Terror, Though Under Other Pretexts, Should Be Reviewed.

It Is My Belief, You Cannot Deal With The Most Serious Things In The World Unless You Understand The Most Amusing.

A Single Glass Of Champagne Imparts A Feeling Of Exhilaration. The Nerves Are Braced; The Imagination Is Stirred, The Wits Become More Nimble.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

Sure I Am Of This, That You Have Only To Endure To Conquer. You Have Only To Persevere To Save Yourselves, And To Save All Those Who Rely Upon You. You Have Only To Go Right On, And At The End Of The Road, Be It Short Or Long, Victory And Honor Will Be Found.