Never Give In. Never Give In. Never,

From Now On We Shall Bomb Germany On An Ever-increasing Scale, Month By Month, Year By Year, Until The Nazi Regime Has Either Been Exterminated By Us Or - Better Still - Torn To Pieces By The German People Themselves.

We Were Not Made By Nature To Work, Or Even To Play, From Eight O'clock In The Morning Till Midnight. We Ought To Break Our Days And Our Marches Into Two.

Madam, If You Were My Wife, I Would Drink It.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.

It Is With Deep Grief I Watch The Clattering Down Of The British Empire With All Its Glories And All The Services It Has Rendered To Mankind.