I deserve a fair trial, like every other American citizen. A large amount of ugly, malicious misinformation has been released to the media about me.
Americans never quit.
I can recall no parallel in history where a great nation recently at war has so distinguished its former enemy commander.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
If I had one more division like this First Marine Division I could win this war.
I realize that advice is worth what it costs--that is, nothing.
In many situations that seemed desperate, the artillery has been a most vital factor.
I recently bought a book of free verse. For twelve dollars.
In our hedonistic age, the Slow movement has a marketing ace up its sleeve: it peddles pleasure. The central tenet of the Slow philosophy is taking the time to do things properly, and thereby enjoy them more.
What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.
Who shall make me perfect? I am perfect already.