Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are

A Chief Is A Man Who Assumes Responsibility. He Says 'i Was Beaten,' He Does Not Say 'my Men Were Beaten.'

Transport Of The Mails, Transport Of The Human Voice, Transport Of Flickering Pictures-in This Century As In Others Our Highest Accomplishments Still Have The Single Aim Of Bringing Men Together.

Truth Is Not That Which Is Demonstrable But That Which Is Ineluctable.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.