The Tools Belong To The Man Who

The Secret Of War Lies In The Communications.

My Enemies Make Appointments At My Tomb.

I Start Out By Believing The Worst

Many A One Commits A Reprehensible Action, Who Is At Bottom An Honourable Man, Because Man Seldom Acts Upon Natural Impulse, But From Some Secret Passion Of The Moment Which Lies Hidden And Concealed Within The Narrowest Folds Of His Heart.

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen. To Become A Good Man, One Must Have Faithful Friends, Or Outright Enemies.