Old Men Make War, Young Men Fight

There Comes A Special Moment In Everyone's Life, A Moment For Which That Person Was Born. That Special Opportunity, When He Seizes It, Will Fulfill His Mission - A Mission For Which He Is Uniquely Qualified. In That Moment, He Will Find Greatness. It Is His Finest Hour.

The Pashtun Tribes Are Always Engaged In Private Or Public War. Every Man Is A Warrior, A Politician And A Theologian Every Large House Is A Real Feudal Fortress....eve Ry Family Cultivates Its Vendetta; Every Clan, Its Feud....nothing Is Ever Forgotten And Very Few Debts Are Left Unpaid.

It Is A Fine Game To Play - The Game Of Politics - And It Is Well Worth Waiting For A Good Hand Before Really Plunging.

I Have Nothing To Offer But Blood, Toil, Tears And Sweat.

Like A Sea-beast Fished Up From The Depths, Or A Diver Too Suddenly Hoisted, My Veins Threatened To Burst From The Fall In Pressure. I Had Great Anxiety And No Means Of Relieving It ... And Then It Was That The Muse Of Painting Came To My Rescue - Out Of Charity And Out Of Chivalry ... - And Said, "are These Toys Any Good To You? They Amuse Some People."