The Shortest Road To Ruin Is To

I Have Had To Eat My Own Words Many Times, And I Have Found It A Very Nourishing Diet.

If This Long Island Story Of Ours Is To End At Last, Let It End Only When Each One Of Us Lies, Choking In His Own Blood Upon The Ground.

The Belief That Security Can Be Obtained By Throwing A Small State To The Wolves Is A Fatal Delusion.

Now At This Very Moment I Knew That The United States Was In The War, Up To The Neck And In To The Death. So We Had Won After All! ... How Long The War Would Last Or In What Fashion It Would End No Man Could Tell, Nor Did I At This Moment Care ... We Should Not Be Wiped Out. Our History Would Not Come To An End ... Hitler's Fate Was Sealed. Mussolini's Fate Was Sealed. As For The Japanese, They Would Be Ground To A Powder. All The Rest Was Merely The Proper Application Of Overwhelming Force.

To Improve Is To Change; To Be Perfect Is To Change Often.