Plans Are Worthless. Planning Is Priceless.

Your Day Will Go The Way The Corners Of Your Mouth Turn.

I Could Not Help Reflecting That The Bullet Which Had Struck The Chestnut [horse] Had Certainly Passed Within A Foot Of My Head. So At Any Rate I Had Been 'under Fire.' That Was Something.

In The Past We Have Had A Light Which Flickered, In The Present We Have A Light Which Flames, And In The Future There Will Be A Light Which Shines Over All The Land And Sea.

'keep England White' Is A Good Slogan.

I Have Nothing To Offer But Blood, Toil, Tears And Sweat.