In All The Twelve Years I Was

When We Judge Or Criticize Another Person, It Says Nothing About That Person; It Merely Says Something About Our Own Need To Be Critical.

Already By 1900 I Could Boast I Had Written As Many Books As Moses.

The Water Was Not Fit To Drink. To Make It Palatable, We Had To Add Whisky. By Diligent Effort, I Learned To Like It.

It Was My Ambition All Of My Life To Be Master Of The Spoken Word.

There Is More Blood Than Paint Upon These Hands. All Those Thousands Of Men Killed. We Thought It Would Be A Little Job, And So It Might Have Been If It Had Begun In The Right Way.