All The Great Things Are Simple.

Never, Never, Never Give Up.

Never Give In, Never Give In, Never Give In.

The World, Nature, Human Beings, Do Not Move Like Machines. The Edges Are Never Clear-cut, But Always Frayed. Nature Never Draws A Line Without Smudging It.

He Has All Of The Virtues I Dislike And None Of The Vices I Admire.

The Lights Of Saxon England Were Going Out, And In The Gathering Darkness A Gentle, Grey-beard Prophet Foretold The End. When On His Death-bed Edward Spoke Of A Time Of Evil That Was Coming Upon The Land His Inspired Mutterings Struck Terror Into The Hearers.