The Natural Object Is Always The Adequate

The Man Who Fears War And Squats Opposing My Words For Stour, Hath No Blood Of Crimson But Is Fit Only To Rot In Womanish Peace

Small Talk Comes From Small Bones

The Real Trouble With War (modern War) Is That It Gives No One A Chance To Kill The Right People.

We Do Not Know The Past In Chronological Sequence. It May Be Convenient To Lay It Out Anesthetized On The Table With Dates Pasted On Here And There, But What We Know We Know By Ripples And Spirals Eddying Out From Us And From Our Own Time.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.