Men And Kings Must Be Judged In

Nature Has Not Intended Mankind To Work From Eight In The Morning Until Midnight Without That Refreshment Of Blessed Oblivion Which, Even If It Only Lasts Twenty Minutes, Is Sufficient To Renew All The Vital Forces.

Here Was A Place Where Real Things Were Going On. Here Was A Scene Of Vital Action. Here Was A Place Where Anything Might Happen. Here Was A Place Where Something Would Certainly Happen. Here I Might Leave My Bones.

To Each There Comes In Their Lifetime A Special Moment When They Are Figuratively Tapped On The Shoulder And Offered The Chance To Do A Very Special Thing, Unique To Them And Fitted To Their Talents. What A Tragedy If That Moment Finds Them Unprepared Or Unqualified For That Which Could Have Been Their Finest Hour.

He Has To Conceal What He Would Most Wish To Make Public, And Make Public What He Would Most Wish To Conceal.

If This Is A Blessing, It Is Certainly Very Well Disguised.