It Seems To Me That The Moment

I Am An Optimist. It Does Not Seem Too Much Use Being Anything Else.

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.

No Stronger Retrograde Force Exists In The World. Far From Being Moribund, Mohammedanism Is A Militant And Proselytizing Faith.

You Never Can Tell Whether Bad Luck May Not After All Turn Out To Be Good Luck.

No More Let Us Alter Or Falter Or Palter. From Malta To Yalta, And Yalta To Malta.