Painting Is A Companion With Whom One

Already By 1900 I Could Boast I Had Written As Many Books As Moses.

All The Great Things Are Simple, And Many Can Be Expressed In A Single Word: Freedom, Justice, Honor, Duty, Mercy, Hope.

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.

Success Is Never Final.

I Now Began For The First Time To Envy Those Young Cubs At The University Who Had Fine Scholars To Tell Them What Was What; Professors Who Had Devoted Their Lives To Mastering And Focusing Ideas In Every Branch Of Learning; Who Were Eager To Distribute The Treasures They Had Gathered Before They Were Overtaken By The Night. But Now I Pity Undergraduates, When I See What Frivolous Lives Many Of Them Lead In The Midst Of Precious Fleeting Opportunity. After All, A Man's Life Must Be Nailed To A Cross Either Of Thought Or Action. Without Work There Is No Play.