While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth; While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

Where is he, the champion and the child Of all that's great or little, wise or wild; Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones; Whose table earth -…

If I could envy any man for successful ill nature I should envy Lord Byron for his skill in satirical nomenclature.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good - Are gone.

When you have sweated, toiled, had mad dreams, hopeless nightmares, you find yourself in London's streets, cold and dank in the night air. Think - what have I …

Stalin's methods did not help.

The tragedy in the long history of the German people is that it has seldom had real leaders. Not that it lacked military leadership. What was lacking was polit…