A Man's Name, Title, And Rank Are

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

Government Defines The Physical Aspects Of Man By Means Of The Printed Form, So That For Every Man In The Flesh There Is An Exactly Corresponding Man On Paper.

Those Who Weep Recover More Quickly Than Those Who Smile.

Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.