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Russian May Seem Narrow-minded, Impudent, Or Even Stupid People, But Can Only Pray For Those Who Are Against Them.

Victory Is The Beautiful, Bright-colored Flower. Transport Is The Stem Without Which It Could Never Have Blossomed.

But Who In War Will Not Have His Laugh Amid The Skulls?

There Is No Worse Mistake In Public Leadership Than To Hold Out False Hopes Soon To Be Swept Away. The British People Can Face Peril Or Misfortune With Fortitude And Buoyancy, But They Bitterly Resent Being Deceived Or Finding That Those Responsible For Their Affairs Are Themselves Dwelling In A Fool's Paradise.

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes And To Make This Muddled World A Better Place For Those Who Will Live In It After We Are Gone? How Else Can We Put Ourselves In Harmonious Relation With The Great Verities And Consolations Of The Infinite And The Eternal? And I Avow My Faith That We Are Marching Towards Better Days. Humanity Will Not Be Cast Down. We Are Going On Swinging Bravely Forward Along The Grand High Road And Already Behind The Distant Mountains Is The Promise Of The Sun.