Inquiry Is Fatal To Certainty.

Grow Strong, My Comrade … That You May Stand Unshaken When I Fall; That I May Know The Shattered Fragments Of My Song Will Come At Last To Finer Melody In You; That I May Tell My Heart That You Begin Where Passing I Leave Off, And Fathom More.

It Is One Of The Most Culpable Oversights Of Nature That Virtue And Beauty So Often Come In Separate Packages.

History Is Mostly Guessing; The Rest Is Prejudice.

War Is One Of The Constants Of History, And It Has Not Diminished With Civilization Or Democracy.

We Are Living In The Excesses Of Freedom. Just Take A Look At 42nd Street And Broadway.