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.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.