There's Never Been A Lack Of Men

Why, Why, When One Writes, Does A Sort Of Shackle Bind One's Imagination? I Become Conscious Of A Deadening Mediocrity, Perhaps A Form Of Mental Cowardice, And I Long To Break Free, To Let My Imagination Take Wings. It Doesn't - Yet.

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

Teachers Have Power. We May Cripple Them By Petty Economics; By Government Regulations, By The Foolish Criticism Of An Uninformed Press; But Their Power Exists For Good Or Evil.

Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

There's Never Been A Lack Of Men Willing To Die Bravely. The Trouble Is To Find A Few Able To Live Sensibly.