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A Love For Tradition Has Never Weakened A Nation, Indeed It Has Strengthened Nations In Their Hour Of Peril.

Let Us Therefore Brace Ourselves To Our Duties, And So Bear Ourselves That, If The British Empire And Its Commonwealth Last For A Thousand Years, Men Will Still Say, 'this Was Their Finest Hour.'

The Maxim Of The British People Is 'business As Usual.'

You Have To Run Risks. There Are No Certainties In War. There Is A Precipice On Either Side Of You - A Precipice Of Caution And A Precipice Of Over-daring.

It Is Arguable Whether The Human Race Have Been Gainers By The March Of Science Beyond The Steam Engine. Electricity Opens A Field Of Infinite Conveniences To Ever Greater Numbers, But They May Well Have To Pay Dearly For Them. But Anyhow In My Thought I Stop Short Of The Internal Combustion Engine Which Has Made The World So Much Smaller. Still More Must We Fear The Consequences Of Entrusting A Human Race So Little Different From Their Predecessors Of The So-called Barbarous Ages Such Awful Agencies As The Atomic Bomb. Give Me The Horse.