My Rule Of Life Prescribed As An

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.

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.

We Shall Come Through! We Cannot Tell When, We Cannot Tell How, But We Shall Come Through.

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.

Here Is A Law Which Is Above The King And Which Even He Must Not Break. This Reaffirmation Of A Supreme Law And Its Expression In A General Charter Is The Great Work Of Magna Carta; And This Alone Justifies The Respect In Which Men Have Held It