I Like A Man Who Grins When

I Feel Devoutly Thankful To Have Been Born Fond Of Writing.

There Is No Limit To The Ingenuity Of Man If It Is Properly And Vigorously Applied Under Conditions Of Peace And Justice.

Writing ... It Begins As An Amusement, Then It Becomes A Mistress, Then A Master, And Finally A Tyrant.

Hope Has Returned To The Hearts Of Scores Of Millions Of Men And Women, And With That Hope There Burns The Flame Of Anger Against The Brutal, Corrupt Invader ... In A Dozen Famous Ancient States Now Prostrate Under The Nazi Yoke, The Masses Of The People ... Await The Hour Of Liberation ... That Hour Will Strike, And Its Solemn Peal Will Proclaim That The Night Is Past And That The Dawn Has Come.

In War, Truth Is Often The First Casualty.