Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

He [president Franklin D. Roosevelt] Died In Harness, And We May Well Say In Battle Harness, Like His Soldiers, Sailors And Airmen Who Died Side By Side With Ours And Carrying Out Their Tasks To The End All Over The World. What An Enviable Death Was His.

To Jaw-jaw Is Always Better Than To War-war.

There Is No Better Exercise Than To Study And Devour A Picture, And Then, Without Looking At It Again, To Attempt The Next Day To Reproduce It.

Delight In Smooth Sounding Platitudes, Refusal To Face Unpleasant Facts ... Genuine Love Of Peace And Pathetic Belief That Love Can Be Its Sole Foundation ... The Utter Devotion Of The Liberals To Sentiment Apart From Reality ...though Free From Wickedness Or Evil Design, Played A Definite Part In The Unleashing Upon The World Of Horrors And Miseries [wwii]

Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall Not Be Lonely. Light And Colour, Peace And Hope, Will Keep Them Company To The End Of The Day.