War Is Horrible, But Slavery Is Worse.

To Each There Comes In Their Lifetime A Special Moment When They Are Figuratively Tapped On The Shoulder And Offered The Chance To Do A Very Special Thing, Unique To Them And Fitted To Their Talents. What A Tragedy If That Moment Finds Them Unprepared Or Unqualified For That Which Could Have Been Their Finest Hour.

There Are Two Kinds Of Success-initial And Ultimate.

The Day May Dawn When Fair Play, Love For One's Fellow Men, Respect For Justice And Freedom, Will Enable Tormented Generations To March Forth Serene And Triumphant From The Hideous Epoch In Which We Have To Dwell. Meanwhile, Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

When I Warned Them [the French] That Britain Would Fight On Alone Whatever They Did, Their Generals Told Their Prime Minister And His Divided Cabinet, In Three Weeks England Will Have Her Neck Wrung Like A Chicken. Some Chicken! Some Neck!

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.