Golf is to me what his Sabine farm was to the poet Horace - a solace and an inspiration.

We hear war called murder. It is not; it is suicide.

Golf is to me what his Sabine farm was to the poet Horace - a solace and an inspiration.

The trade-unionist has the same limitation imposed upon him as the capitalist. He cannot advance his interests at the expense of society.

Society goes on and on and on. It is the same with ideas.

The man who saves time by galloping loses it by missing his way; the shepherd who hurries his flock to get them home spends the night on the mountain looking for the lost; economy does not consist in haste, but in certainty.

We have all taken risks in the making of war. Isn't it time that we should take risks to secure peace?