People Do Not Choose A Career; The

Every Generation Rewrites The Past. In Easy Times History Is More Or Less Of An Ornamental Art, But In Times Of Danger We Are Driven To The Written Record By A Pressing Need To Find Answers To The Riddles Of Today.... In Times Of Change And Danger When There Is A Quicksand Of Fear Under Men's Reasoning, A Sense Of Continuity With Generations Gone Before Can Stretch Like A Lifeline Across The Scary Present And Get Us Past That Idiot Delusion Of The Exceptional Now That Blocks Good Thinking.

I Dont Think There Is Anything On Earth More Wonderful Than Those Wistful Incomplete Friendships One Makes Now And Then In An Hour's Talk. You Never See The People Again, But The Lingering Sense Of Their Presence In The World Is Like The Glow Of An Unseen City At Night--makes You Feel The Teemingness Of It All.

Women Is Fine Once You Got Em Pinned Down, Boss, But When They Ain't Pinned Down They're Hell.

Breaking With Old Friends Is One Of The Most Painful Of The Changes In All That Piling Up Of A Multitude Of Small Distasteful Changes That Constitutes Growing Older.

The Gospel Of The Army Is Cunning, As Of All Other Human Activities. The Wisdom Of The Snake Under The Meekness Of The Sheep Is What Wins Out. The First Commandment Is--never Let Them Get Anything On You-- The Second: Graft--get Privileges Others Haven't Got--worm Yourself Into Confidence The Third--seem Neat And Prosperous--as If You Had Money In The Bank