Winston Churchill

A shadow has fallen upon the scenes so lately lighted by the Allied victory. From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.

Nothing is so exhilarating in life as to be shot at with no result.

The nose of the bulldog has been slanted backwards so that he can breathe without letting go.

Thus, by every device from the stick to the carrot, the emaciated Austrian donkey is made to pull the Nazi barrow up an ever-steepening hill.

To jaw-jaw is always better than to war-war.

Short words are the best and old words when short are best of all.

Fortune knocks at every man’s door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her.

Wisdom is like electricity. There is no permanently wise man, but men capable of wisdom, who, being put into certain company, or other favorable conditions, become wise for a short time, as glasses rubbed acquire electric power for a while.

Animals are my friends… and I don’t eat my friends.

Don’t learn to do, but learn in doing. Let your falls not be on a prepared ground, but let them be bona fide falls in the rough and tumble of the world.

Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.

In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.

There is nothing to fear except fear it’s self.

The envious person grows lean with the fatness of their neighbor.

The pleasure we feel in music springs from the obedience which is in it.

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the dear deceit of beauty.

But men must know, that in this theatre of man’s life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour’s buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

Atheism leaves a man to sense, to philosophy, to natural piety, to laws, to reputation; all of which may be guides to an outward moral virtue, even if religion vanished; but religious superstition dismounts all these and erects an absolute monarchy in the minds of men.

To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.

I am the flame, electric blue, lightening, razor-like, renewing my spirit. Heart beating in time to the earth’s rhythm and expanse of black ink sky, overreaching eternal. My fingertips spark with seeds of creation, fireworks coloring canvas, beckoned by this light that lifts me.