Surprise Will Be My Last Emotion, Not

The Impossible Talked Of Is Less Impossible From The Moment Words Are Laid To It.

A Nation Has Honor Precisely As It Has Fleas - On This Or That Body. The Statesman Who Talks Of Honor - Unless He Means Something Else, Quite Different - Is A Rogue.

War, For Any Cause, Is Inexcusable. There Is Nothing Which Excuses Us For The Beastly Ingenuity Of Our Wars. Only Fools, Only The Diseased, Think That We Are Served By Killing The Strong Young Men With Machines.

No One Asks Public Men To Be Strictly Moral, But They Must Seem To Be Well-behaved.

Very Rare, The Intelligence Of The Heart. The Intelligence Of The Whimsical Brain Is Less Rare, Less Attaching, Sometimes Tedious.