Imagine Me Going Around With A Pot

When An Opponent Declares, "i Will Not Come Over To Your Side," I Calmly Say, "your Child Belongs To Us Already...what Are You? You Will Pass On. Your Descendants, However, Now Stand In The New Camp. In A Short Time They Will Know Nothing Else But This New Community."

In A War The Last Thing The English Know Is How To Practice Fair Play.

As Soon As By One's Own Propaganda Even A Glimpse Of Right On The Other Side Is Admitted, The Cause For Doubting One's Own Right Is Laid.

Your Birth May Be Common, But Death Must Be History.

For I Must Not Measure The Speech Of A Statesman To His People By The Impression Which It Leaves In A University Professor, But By The Effect It Exerts On The People. And This Alone Gives The Standard For The Speaker's Genius.