Boredom And Fatigue Are Great Historical Forces.

The Educated Man Had Throughout The Ages Found A Way To Covert Passionate Activity Into Silent And Motionless Pleasure. He Can Sit Still In A Room And Not Perish.

Art Distills Sensation And Embodies It With Enhanced Meaning In A Memorable Form - Or Else It Is Not Art.

The Nation In Arms Is Virtually A Communist State: The People Must Be Paid Wages And Fed And Protected And Regimented Behind The Lines As Much As On The Front. Minds Must Be Kept Loyal And At The Right Pitch Of Hate, So That Successive Drafts Of Fighters Are Accepted Without Murmurings. Letters And Newspapers Must Be Censored While The Propaganda Mill Grinds On. As For Decisions Of Strategy And Overall Command, They Must Please Many Masters: Dissenters In The Cabinet, The Heads Of The Allied States And Public Opinion. Hence Failures Must Be Disguised Or Concealed.

The World Has Long Observed That Small Acts Of Immorality, If Repeated, Will Destroy Character. It Is Equally Manifest, Though Never Said, That Uttering Nonsense And Half-truth Without Cease Ends By Destroying Intellect

The Professionals Resemble And Recognize Each Other By Virtue Of The Stigmata That Their Trade Has Left Upon Them. They Are Like The Dog In The Fable, Whose Collar Has Made An Indelible Mark Around His Neck. The Amateur Is The Shaggy Wolf Whom No Dog Had Better Trust Too Far.