We See But One Aspect Of Our

Writers Like Teeth Are Divided Into Incisors And Grinders.

A Severe Though Not Unfriendly Critic Of Our Institutions Said That The Cure For Admiring The House Of Lords Was To Go And Look At It.

The Apparent Rulers Of The English Nation Are Like The Most Imposing Personages Of The A Splendid Procession; It Is By Them That The Mob Are Influenced; It Is They Who The Inspectors Cheer. The Real Rulers Are Secreted In Second Hand Carriages; No One Cares For Them Or Asks About Them, But They Are Obeyed Implicitly And Unconsciously By Reason Of The Splendour Of Those Who Eclipsed And Preceded Them.

I'm Not The Kind Of Writer Who's Able To Block Out The World Around Me. I'm Mindful Of Our Own Haves And Have-nots, How Our Culture Often Blames And Punishes The Have-nots. I Worry About Our Precarious Economic And Political Climate.

Conquest Is The Missionary Of Valor, And The Hard Impact Of Military Virtues Beats Meanness Out Of The World.