I Was Not The Lion, But It

It Seems To Me That The Moment Has Come When The Question Of Bombing Of German Cities Simply For The Sake Of Increasing The Terror, Though Under Other Pretexts, Should Be Reviewed.

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.

To Meet Roosevelt With All His Buoyant Sparkle, His Iridescence, Was Like Opening A Bottle Of Champagne.

I Have Not Always Been Wrong. History Will Bear Me Out, Particularly As I Shall Write That History Myself.

Life Is Fraught With Opportunities To Keep Your Mouth Shut.