Who Has Good Luck Is Good, Who

Only Bad Generals Need Heroes.

Great Sport Begins At A Point Where It Has Ceased To Be Healthy.

Of All The Works Of Man I Like Best Those Which Have Been Used. The Copper Pots With Their Dents And Flattened Edges The Knives And Forks Whose Wooden Handles Have Been Worn Away By Many Hands: Such Forms Seemed To Me The Noblest.

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver.

The Righteous One Has No Sense Of Humor.