No writing comes alive unless the writer sees across his desk a reader, and searches constantly for the word or phrase which will carry the image he wants the reader to see, and arouse the emotion he wants him to feel. Without consciousness of a live reader, what a man writes will die on his page. |
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library. |
Nothing so comforts the military mind as the maxim of a great but dead general. |
Rome had Caesar, a man of remarkable governing talents, although it must be said that a ruler who arouses opponents to resort to assassination is probably not as smart as he ought to be. |
The fleet sailed to its war base in the North Sea, headed not so much for some rendezvous with glory as for rendezvous with discretion. |
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard. |
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse. |
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse. |
War is the unfolding of miscalculations. |