Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

The Dictator, In All His Pride, Is Held In The Grip Of His Party Machine. He Can Go Forward; He Cannot Go Back. He Must Blood His Hounds And Show Them Sport, Or Else, Like Actaeon Of Old, Be Devoured By Them. All-strong Without, He Is All-weak Within.

Lenin Was Sent Into Russia By The Germans In The Same Way That You Might Send A Phial Containing A Culture Of Typhoid Or Cholera To Be Poured Into The Water Supply Of A Great City, And It Worked With Amazing Accuracy.

I Was Only The Servant Of My Country And Had I, At Any Moment, Failed To Express Her Unflinching Resolve To Fight And Conquer, I Should At Once Have Been Rightly Cast Aside.

We Shall Defend Every Village, Every Town And Every City. The Vast Mass Of London Itself, Fought Street By Street, Could Easily Devour An Entire Hostile Army; And We Would Rather See London Laid In Ruins And Ashes Than That It Should Be Tamely And Abjectly Enslaved.

There Is Not One Single Social Or Economic Principle Or Concept In The Philosophy Of The Russian Bolshevik Which Has Not Been Realized, Carried Into Action, And Enshrined In Immutable Laws A Million Years Ago By The White Ant.