The Maxim Of The British People Is

Keep Calm And Carry On.

I Am Your Servant. You Have The Right To Dismiss Me When You Please. What You Have No Right To Do Is Ask Me To Bear Responsibility Without The Power Of Action.

War Is Horrible, But Slavery Is Worse.

We Shall Defend Our Island Whatever The Cost May Be; We Shall Fight On Beaches, Landing Grounds, In Fields, In Streets And On The Hills. We Shall Never Surrender And Even If, Which I Do Not For The Moment Believe, This Island Or A Large Part Of It Were Subjugated And Starving, Then Our Empire Beyond The Seas, Armed And Guarded By The British Fleet, Will Carry On The Struggle Until In God's Good Time The New World With All Its Power And Might, Sets Forth To The Liberation And Rescue Of The Old.

What Is A Fine Person Or A Beauteous Face, Unless Deportment Give Them Decent Grace; Blessed With All Other Requisites To Please, To Want The Striking Elegance Of Ease; Awkward, Embarrassed, Stiff, Without The Skill Of Moving Gracefully, Or Standing Still.