The Aryan Stock Is Bound To Triumph.

There Must Be What Mr. Gladstone Many Years Ago Called A Blessed Act Of Oblivion. We Must All Turn Our Backs Upon The Horrors Of The Past. We Must Look To The Future. We Cannot Afford To Drag Forward Across The Years That Are To Come The Hatreds And Revenges Which Have Sprung From The Injuries Of The Past.

We Are With Europe, But Not Of It. We Are Linked, But Not Comprised. We Are Interested And Associated, But Not Absorbed. And Should European Statesmen Address Us In The Words Which Were Used Of Old — “shall I Speak For Thee To The King Or The Captain Of The Host?” — We Should Reply With The Shunamite Woman: “nay, Sir, For We Dwell Among Our Own People.”

The Battle Of France Is Over. The Battle Of Britain Is About To Begin. Upon This Battle Depends The Future Of Christian Civilisation.

Those Who Serve Supreme Causes Must Not Consider What They Can Get But What They Can Give.

The Only Thing That Ever Really Frightened Me During The War Was The U-boat Peril.