A Nation Which Has Forgotten Its Past

Each One Hopes That If He Feeds The Crocodile Enough, The Crocodile Will Eat Him Last. All Of Them Hope That The Storm Will Pass Before Their Turn Comes To Be Devoured. But I Fear - I Fear Greatly - The Storm Will Not Pass. It Will Rage And It Will Roar, Even More Loudly, Even More Widely.

Although Personally I Am Quite Content With Existing Explosives, I Feel We Must Not Stand In The Path Of Improvement.

... Painting A Picture Is Like Fighting A Battle; And Trying To Paint A Picture Is, I Suppose, Like Trying To Fight A Battle. It Is, If Anything, More Exciting Than Fighting It Successfully. But The Principle Is The Same.

We Were Not Made By Nature To Work, Or Even To Play, From Eight O'clock In The Morning Till Midnight. We Ought To Break Our Days And Our Marches Into Two.

Before The War It Had Seemed Incredible That Such Terrors And Slaughters, Even If They Began, Could Last More Than A Few Months. After The First Two Years It Was Difficult To Believe That They Would Ever End.