Perfectionism Spells Paralysis.

Millions Who Could Not Follow Closely Or Accurately The Main Events Of The War Looked Day After Day In The Papers For The Fortunes Of Mafeking, And When Finally The News Of Its Relief Was Flashed Throughout The World, The Streets Of London Became Impassable, And The Floods Of Sterling, Cockney Patriotism Were Released In Such A Deluge Of Unbridled, Delirious Joy As Was Never Witnessed Again Till Armistace Night, 1918.

The Truth Is Incontrovertible. Malice May Attack It, Ignorance May Deride It, But In The End, There It Is.

Do What You Like, But Like What You Do.

It So Often Happens That, When Men Are Convinced That They Have To Die, A Desire To Bear Themselves Well And To Leave Life's Stage With Dignity Conquers All Other Sensations.

The Inherent Blessing Of Socialism Is The Equal Sharing Of Misery.