I Liked Wine, Both Red And White,

The Dictator, In All His Pride, Is Held In The Grip Of His Party Machine. He Can Go Forward; He Cannot Go Back. He Must Blood His Hounds And Show Them Sport, Or Else, Like Actaeon Of Old, Be Devoured By Them. All-strong Without, He Is All-weak Within.

It Is With Deep Grief I Watch The Clattering Down Of The British Empire With All Its Glories And All The Services It Has Rendered To Mankind.

... Painting A Picture Is Like Fighting A Battle; And Trying To Paint A Picture Is, I Suppose, Like Trying To Fight A Battle. It Is, If Anything, More Exciting Than Fighting It Successfully. But The Principle Is The Same.

Thus Ended The Great American Civil War, Which Must Upon The Whole Be Considered The Noblest And Least Avoidable Of All The Great Mass Conflicts Of Which Till Then There Was Record.

My Education Was Interrupted Only By My Schooling.