If You Recognize Anyone It Does Not

Writing A Book Is An Adventure. To Begin With It Is A Toy And An Amusement. Then It Becomes A Mistress, Then It Becomes A Master, Then It Becomes A Tyrant. The Last Phase Is That Just As You Are About To Be Reconciled To Your Servitude, You Kill The Monster And Fling Him To The Public.

It Is Arguable Whether The Human Race Have Been Gainers By The March Of Science Beyond The Steam Engine. Electricity Opens A Field Of Infinite Conveniences To Ever Greater Numbers, But They May Well Have To Pay Dearly For Them. But Anyhow In My Thought I Stop Short Of The Internal Combustion Engine Which Has Made The World So Much Smaller. Still More Must We Fear The Consequences Of Entrusting A Human Race So Little Different From Their Predecessors Of The So-called Barbarous Ages Such Awful Agencies As The Atomic Bomb. Give Me The Horse.

There Is A Treasure In The Heart Of Every Man If You Can Only Find It

Victory Was To Be Bought So Dear As To Be Almost Indistinguishable From Defeat.

Never, Never, Never Believe Any War Will Be Smooth And Easy, Or That Anyone Who Embarks On The Strange Voyage Can Measure The Tides And Hurricanes He Will Encounter. The Statesman Who Yields To War Fever Must Realize That Once The Signal Is Given, He Is No Longer The Master Of Policy But The Slave Of Unforeseeable And Uncontrollable Events.