I'm Really A Library Man, Or Second-hand

For All The Flailing And Huffing And Puffing, There Is A Kind Of Fatality About The Process Of War-making And The Excuses We Find For It, The Consolation Of Belligerence In Politics.

It's Easy To Forget What Intelligence Consists Of: Luck And Speculation. Here And There A Windfall, Here And There A Scoop.

If You See The World As Gloomily As I See It, The Only Thing To Do Is Laugh Or Shoot Yourself.

I Think The Greatest Single Enemy Is The Misuse Of Information, The Perversion Of Truth In The Hands Of Terribly Skillful People.

The Fact That You Can Only Do A Little Is No Excuse For Doing Nothing.