I Have A Theory Which I Suspect

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous. But Neither, In My Experience, Do We Ever Reach A Plane Of Detachment Regarding Our Parents, However Wise And Old We May Become. To Pretend Otherwise Is To Cheat.

There Will Be No War, But In The Pursuit Of Principle No Stone Will Be Left Standing.

There Was Nothing Dishonourable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.

It's A Principle Of Mine To Come Into The Story As Late As Possible, And To Tell It As Fast As You Can.

I Can't Think Of Anybody Worse To Live With.