My dear, You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. That means you’ve spoke up, even when the last thing people wanted to do was hear your voice. That means you’ve done something that affects people, some good, some bad, but it’s better than not at all. You’ve got enemies? Good. All the great ones do. Keep going. Falsely yours, Sir Winston Leonard...

My dear, All people occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened. Don’t want to inspect the truth too much anyways. We might start questioning things. How horrible that would be. Falsely yours, Sir Winston Leonard...

My dear, Most Americans embody the title of the good natured fool. Americans try to help other countries by invading them, then actually help them by leaving. Americans try to help themselves by electing a political official, then actually help by de-throning them after. And don’t forget about the prohibition. You can always count on the Americans to do the right thing — after they have tried everything else. Falsely yours, Sir...

My dear, The pessimist sees an obstacle in the road and turns back. The optimist run towards it, seeing it as an opportunity to practicing their jumping abilities. The pessimist sees two people arguing and decides that no side shall win without the other losing. The optimist sees this as an opportunity for the arguers to create a new solution in which both sides win. The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the...

My dear, Although I face many different kinds of opponents in these years of mine, the words that ring through my head stay unchanging. Never give in. Never give in. Never. Never. Never. My mind is hell bent on making sure I succeed it seems. Falsely yours, Sir Winston Leonard...

My dear, Short words are best and the old words when short are best of all. Short words are best for hardly anyone listens to speeches these days. (Lest they be that good.) And old world when short are best of all. For the word that stands the test of time must be wise, and if it be short (thus heard), then the greatest good is done. Falsely yours, Sir Winston Leonard...

My dear, Yes, a wolf in sheep’s clothing is detestable. But what I can’t truly stand is a sheep, being a sheep. At least the wolf has a purpose for donning such attire. What of the sheep? Has it seen the world and chosen to remain a sheep, or is it oblivious to the fact that living as a sheep means living a life directed by someone else, filled with self-deceit, and death? Being a wolf is far better than either of those, even...