Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age brings the red flare again.

Things thought too long can be no longer thought, For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, And ancient lineaments are blotted out.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.