There Is Not Much Collective Security In

Fancy Cutting Down All Those Beautiful Trees...to Make Pulp For Those Bloody Newspapers, And Calling It Civilisation.

There Never Will Be Enough For Everything While The World Goes On. The More That Is Given The More There Will Be Needed.

It Has Not Fallen To Your Lot To Command Great Armies. You Had To Create Them, Organize Them And Inspire Them.

I Feel Like An Aeroplane At The End Of Its Flight, In The Dusk, With The Petrol Running Out, In Search Of A Safe Landing.

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.