Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

Life is a test and this world a place of trial. Always the problems - or it may be the same problem - will be presented to every generation in different forms.

It is a fine game to play - the game of politics - and it is well worth waiting for a good hand before really plunging.

There must be what Mr. Gladstone many years ago called a blessed act of oblivion. We must all turn our backs upon the horrors of the past. We must look to the future. We cannot afford to drag forward across the years that are to come the hatreds and revenges which have sprung from the injuries of the past.

There are a terrible lot of lies going about the world, and the worst of it is that half of them are true.

There is a hush over all Europe, nay, over all the world. Alas! it is the hush of suspense, and in many lands it is the hush of fear. Listen! No, listen carefully, I think I hear somethingyes, there it was quite clear. Dont you hear it? It is the tramp of armies crunching the gravel of the paradegrounds, splashing through rain-soaked fields, the tramp of two million German soldiers and more than a million Italiansgoing on maneuversyes, only on maneuvers!

My tastes are simple. I like only the very best.