War? War Is An Organized Bore.

There Was Never An Idea Started That Woke Up Men Out Of Their Stupid Indifference But Its Originator Was Spoken Of As A Crank.

The Only Prize Much Cared For By The Powerful Is Power. The Prize Of The General Is Not A Bigger Tent, But Command.

If I Were Dying, My Last Words Would Be: Have Faith And Pursue The Unknown End.

There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.

The Very Minute A Thought Is Threatened With Publicity It Seems To Shrink Towards Mediocrity.