Renown Awaits The Commander Who First Restores

I Feel Like An Aeroplane At The End Of Its Flight, In The Dusk, With The Petrol Running Out, In Search Of A Safe Landing.

A Nation Which Has Forgotten Its Past Can Have No Future.

The Reserve Of Modern Assertions Is Sometimes Pushed To Extremes, In Which The Fear Of Being Contradicted Leads The Writer To Strip Himself Of Almost All Sense And Meaning.

Unpunctuality Is A Vile Habit.

I Am Sure That The Mistakes Of That Time Will Not Be Repeated; We Should Probably Make Another Set Of Mistakes.