Man Is Not What He Thinks He

The Present Age Delights In Unearthing A Great Man's Secrets; For One Thing Because We Like To Temper Our Admiration And Also Perhaps We Have A Vague Hope Of Finding A Clue To Genius In Such "revelations."

What Is Man? A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets.

War Puts Its Questions Stupidly, Peace Mysteriously.

To Command Is To Serve, Nothing More And Nothing Less.

The Thrill Of Creation Which We Experience Which We Experience When We See A Masterpiece Is Not Unlike The Feeling Of The Artist Who Created It; Such A Work Is A Fragment Of The World Which He Has Annexed And Which Belongs To Him Alone.