Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall

This Wicked Man Hitler, The Repository And Embodiment Of Many Forms Of Soul-destroying Hatred. This Monstrous Product Of Former Wrongs And Shame.

When A New Book Appears One Should Read An Old One.

He Sees With Amazement That Our Defeats Are But The Stepping Stones To Victory And That All His Victories Are Stepping Stones To Ruin. It Was Apparent To Me That This Bad Man Saw Quite Clearly The Shadow Of Slowly And Remorselessly Approaching Doom, And He Railed At Fortune For Mocking Him With The Glitter Of Fleeting Success.

"i Hope, Sir, That I Will Shoot Your Picture On Your Hundredth Birthday." I Don't See Why Not, Young Man. You Look Reasonably Fit And Healthy.

You Haven't Learned Life's Lesson Very Well If You Haven't Noticed That You Can Give The Tone Or Colour, Or Decide The Reaction You Want Of People In Advance. It's Unbelievable Simply. If You Want Them To Take An Interest In You, Take An Interest In Them First. If You Want To Make Them Nervous, Become Nervous Yourself...it's As Simple As That. People Will Treat You As You Treat Them. It's No Secret. Look About You. You Can Prove It With The Next Person You Meet.