The Tragedy Of Modern War Is That

Henry James Was Our Master Of Periphrasis -- The Fine Art Of Saying As Little As Possible In The Greatest Number Of Words.

Our “neoconservatives” Are Neither New Nor Conservative, But Old As Babylon And Evil As Hell.

Beware Of The Man Who Has No Enemies.

England Has Never Enjoyed A Genuine Social Revolution. Maybe That's What's Wrong With That Dear, Tepid, Vapid, Insipid, Stuffy, Little Country.

A Crude Meal, No Doubt, But The Best Of All Sauces Is Hunger.