The Maxim Of The British People Is

Your Day Will Go The Way The Corners Of Your Mouth Turn.

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?

From Now On We Shall Bomb Germany On An Ever-increasing Scale, Month By Month, Year By Year, Until The Nazi Regime Has Either Been Exterminated By Us Or - Better Still - Torn To Pieces By The German People Themselves.

I Am Certainly Not One Of Those Who Need To Be Prodded. In Fact, If Anything, I Am The Prod.

History Unfolds Itself By Strange And Unpredictable Paths. We Have Little Control Over The Future; And None At All Over The Past.