You are all a lost generation. [with credit to Gertrude Stein]
All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
The sinews of war are five - men, money, materials, maintenance (food) and morale.
I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.
You've such a lovely temperature.
No one ever stopped when they were winning.