The Jealous And Intolerant Eye Of The

Anyone Who Has Ever Studied The History Of American Diplomacy, Especially Military Diplomacy, Knows That You Might Start In A War With Certain Things On Your Mind As A Purpose Of What You Are Doing, But In The End, You Found Yourself Fighting For Entirely Different Things That You Had Never Thought Of Before. In Other Words, War Has A Momentum Of Its Own And It Carries You Away From All Thoughtful Intentions When You Get Into It. Today, If We Went Into Iraq, Like The President Would Like Us To Do, You Know Where You Begin. You Never Know Where You Are Going To End.

Forms Of Government Are Forged Mainly In The Fire Of Practice, Not In The Vacuum Of Theory. They Respond To National Character And To National Realities.

A Political Society Does Not Live To Conduct Foreign Policy; It Would Be More Correct To Say That It Conducts Foreign Policy In Order To Live.

The United States Should Not Jump Around Like An Elephant Frightened By A Mouse.

I Lived, Particularly In Childhood But With Lessening Intensity Right On To Middle Age, In A World That Was Peculiarly And Intimately My Own, Scarcely To Be Shared With Others Or Even Made Plausible To Them. I Habitually Read Special Meanings Into Things, Scenes And Places Qualities Of Wonder, Beauty, Promise, Or Horror For Which There Was No External Evidence Visible Or Plausible To Others. My World Was Peopled With Mysteries, Seductive Hints, Vague Menaces, "intimations Of Immortality.