Danger Gathers Upon Our Path. We Cannot

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

The Flame Of Christian Ethics Is Still Our Highest Guide.

We Must Beware Of Trying To Build A Society In Which Nobody Counts For Anything Except A Politician Or An Official, A Society Where Enterprise Gains No Reward And Thrift No Privileges

Mr. Attlee Is A Very Modest Man. Indeed He Has A Lot To Be Modest About.

The Cemetery Is Full Of Indispensable People.