Believe me, young gentleman, war exists only in the brains of your sensational novelists.

It does not come into the world of real purpose." "Well, it's very interesting to hear you say so," Norgate admitted.

"I wish I could wholly agree with you." Herr Selingman caught him by the sleeve.
"You are just a little," he confided, "just a little suspicious, my young friend, you in your little island.

Perhaps it is because you live upon an island.

You do not expand.