We Are Stripped Bare By The Curse

There Are A Terrible Lot Of Lies Going About The World, And The Worst Of It Is That Half Of Them Are True.

There Is No Better Exercise Than To Study And Devour A Picture, And Then, Without Looking At It Again, To Attempt The Next Day To Reproduce It.

I Have Watched This Famous Island Descending Incontinently, Fecklessly, The Stairway Which Lead To A Dark Gulf.

You Ask, What Is Our Policy? I Will Say; 'it Is To Wage War, By Sea, Land And Air, With All Our Might And With All The Strength That God Can Give Us: To Wage War Against A Monstrous Tyranny, Never Surpassed In The Dark Lamentable Catalogue Of Human Crime. That Is Our Policy.' You Ask, What Is Our Aim? I Can Answer With One Word: Victory-victory At All Costs, Victory In Spite Of All Terror, Victory However Long And Hard The Road May Be; For Without Victory There Is No Survival.

I Now Began For The First Time To Envy Those Young Cubs At The University Who Had Fine Scholars To Tell Them What Was What; Professors Who Had Devoted Their Lives To Mastering And Focusing Ideas In Every Branch Of Learning; Who Were Eager To Distribute The Treasures They Had Gathered Before They Were Overtaken By The Night. But Now I Pity Undergraduates, When I See What Frivolous Lives Many Of Them Lead In The Midst Of Precious Fleeting Opportunity. After All, A Man's Life Must Be Nailed To A Cross Either Of Thought Or Action. Without Work There Is No Play.