What a fool I have been!

The oldest habit in the world for resisting change is to complain that unless the remedy to the disease should be universally applied it should not be applied at all. But you must start somewhere.

Victory is the beautiful, bright-colored flower. Transport is the stem without which it could never have blossomed.

Saving is a fine thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.

War is a game that is played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can.

All this contains much that is obviously true, and much that is relevant; unfortunately, what is obviously true is not relevant, and what is relevant is not obviously true.

Give me the facts, and I will twist them the way I want, to suit my argument.