In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
Tell the innocent visitor from another world that two people were killed at Serajevo, and that the best that Europe could do about it was to kill eleven million more.
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."
I was (and am) a terrible conversationist but consider myself a good communicator.
Shall we be despised by foreign powers for hesitating so long at a word?
Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.