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In Handing Over The Government Of India To These So-called Political Classes, We Are Handing Over To Men Of Straw, Of Whom, In A Few Years, No Trace Will Remain.

The Rhinoceros Stood ... About Five Hundred Yards Away ... Not A Twentieth-century Animal At All, But An Odd, Grim Straggler From The Stone Age.

There Are No Limits To The Majestic Future Which Lies Before The Mighty Expanse Of Canada With Its Virile, Aspiring, Cultured, And Generous-hearted People.

Success Is Never Final.

Never, Never, Never Believe Any War Will Be Smooth And Easy, Or That Anyone Who Embarks On The Strange Voyage Can Measure The Tides And Hurricanes He Will Encounter. The Statesman Who Yields To War Fever Must Realize That Once The Signal Is Given, He Is No Longer The Master Of Policy But The Slave Of Unforeseeable And Uncontrollable Events.