A Man Can Wear Out

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes And To Make This Muddled World A Better Place For Those Who Will Live In It After We Are Gone? How Else Can We Put Ourselves In Harmonious Relation With The Great Verities And Consolations Of The Infinite And The Eternal? And I Avow My Faith That We Are Marching Towards Better Days. Humanity Will Not Be Cast Down. We Are Going On Swinging Bravely Forward Along The Grand High Road And Already Behind The Distant Mountains Is The Promise Of The Sun.

Never Give In, Never Give In, Never Give In.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.

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.

A Vocabulary Of Truth And Simplicity Will Be Of Service Throughout Your Life.