A Man Can Wear Out

When The War Of The Giants Is Over The Wars Of The Pygmies Will Begin.

Indeed I Do Not Think We Should Be Justified In Using Any But The More Sombre Tones And Colours While Our People, Our Empire, And Indeed The Whole English-speaking World Are Passing Through A Dark And Deadly Valley.

You See These Dictators On Their Pedestals, Surrounded By The Bayonets Of Their Soldiers And The Truncheons Of Their Police ... Yet In Their Hearts There Is Unspoken Fear. They Are Afraid Of Words And Thoughts: Words Spoken Abroad, Thoughts Stirring At Home -- All The More Powerful Because Forbidden -- Terrify Them. A Little Mouse Of Thought Appears In The Room, And Even The Mightiest Potentates Are Thrown Into Panic.

We Make Our Buildings And Afterwards They Make Us. They Regulate The Course Of Our Lives.

Success Is Not Final, Failure Is Not Fatal: It Is The Courage To Continue That Counts.