The Soul Of Freedom Is

...every Offensive Lost Its Force As It Proceeded. It Was Like Throwing A Bucket Of Water Over The Floor. It First Rushed Forward, Then Soaked Forward, And Finally Stopped Altogether Until Another Bucket Could Be Brought.

Victory Will Never Be Found By Taking The Path Of Least Resistance.

Fancy Cutting Down All Those Beautiful Trees...to Make Pulp For Those Bloody Newspapers, And Calling It Civilisation.

Although Always Prepared For Martyrdom, I Preferred That It Should Be Postponed.

There Was A Man Who Sold A Hyena Skin While The Beast Still Lived And Who Was Killed In Hunting It.