All Wisdom Is Not New Wisdom.

The Air Is An Extremely Dangerous, Jealous And Exacting Mistress. Once Under The Spell Most Lovers Are Faithful To The End, Which Is Not Always Old Age. Even Those Masters And Princes Of Aerial Fighting, The Survivors Of Fifty Mortal Duels In The High Air Who Have Come Scatheless Through The War And All Its Perils, Have Returned Again And Again To Their Love And Perished Too Often In Some Ordinary Commonplace Flight Undertaken For Pure Amusement.

Politics Is Like Waking Up In The Morning. You Never Know Whose Head You'll Find On The Pillow.

A Lie Gets Halfway Around The World Before The Truth Has A Chance To Get Its Pants On.

Now At Last The Slowly Gathered, Long-pent-up Fury Of The Storm Broke Upon Us. Four Or Five Millions Of Men Met Each Other In The First Shock Of The Most Merciless Of All The Wars Of Which Record Has Been Kept.

An Efficient And A Successful Administration Manifests Itself Equally In Small As In Great Matters.