No Sky Is Heavy If The Heart

I Will Begin By Saying What Everybody Would Like To Ignore Or Forget... We Have Sustained A Total And Unmitigated Defeat... All Is Over. Silent, Mournful, Abandoned, Broken, Czechoslovakia Recedes Into The Darkness... We Are In The Presence Of A Disaster Of The First Magnitude Which Has Befallen Great Britain And France. Do Not Let Us Blind Ourselves To That... Do Not Suppose That This Is The End. This Is Only The Beginning Of The Reckoning.

What Is A Fine Person Or A Beauteous Face, Unless Deportment Give Them Decent Grace; Blessed With All Other Requisites To Please, To Want The Striking Elegance Of Ease; Awkward, Embarrassed, Stiff, Without The Skill Of Moving Gracefully, Or Standing Still.

My Greatest Good Fortune In A Life Of Brilliant Experiences Has Been To Find You, And To Lead My Life With You. I Don't Feel Far Away From You Out Here At All. I Feel Very Near In My Heart; And Also I Feel That The Nearer I Get To Honour, The Nearer I Am To You.

There Is No Such Thing As Public Opinion. There Is Only Published Opinion.

We Used To Be A Source Of Fuel; We Are Increasingly Becoming A Sink. These Supplies Of Foreign Liquid Fuel Are No Doubt Vital To Our Industry, But Our Ever-increasing Dependence Upon Them Ought To Arouse Serious And Timely Reflection. The Scientific Utilisation, By Liquefaction, Pulverisation And Other Processes, Or Our Vast And Magnificent Deposits Of Coal, Constitutes A National Object Of Prime Importance.