War Is Merely A Continuation Of Politics.

The Heart Of France Lies Between Brussels And Paris.

Although Our Intellect Always Longs For Clarity And Certainty, Our Nature Often Finds Uncertainty Fascinating.

Every Age Has Its Own Kind Of War, Its Own Limiting Conditions And Its Own Peculiar Preconceptions.

It Is Paltry Philosophy If In The Old-fashioned Way One Lays Down Rules And Principles In Total Disregard Of Moral Values . As Soon As These Appear One Regards Them As Exceptions, Which Gives Them A Certain Scientific Status, And Thus Makes Them Into Rules. Or Again One May Appeal To Genius , Which Is Above All Rules; Which Amounts To Admitting That Rules Are Not Only Made For Idiots , But Are Idiotic In Themselves.

Given The Same Amount Of Intelligence, Timidity Will Do A Thousand Times More Damage Than Audacity