We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls.

The rhinoceros stood ... about five hundred yards away ... not a twentieth-century animal at all, but an odd, grim straggler from the Stone Age.

He is like a female llama surprised in her bath.

Men will forgive a man anything except bad prose.

The United Nations was set up not to get us to heaven, but only to save us from hell.

There are men in the world who derive an exaltation from the proximity of disaster and ruin, as other from success.

We are weakened and we are tired, but we are not done yet.