I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.
That weakness in human nature which goes by the name of strength.
At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it.
I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
World Government is not only possible, it is inevitable; and when it comes, it will appeal to patriotism in its truest sense,in its only sense, the patriotism of humans who love their national heritages so deeply that they wish to preserve them in safety for the common good.