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The Problems Of Victory Are More Agreeable Than Those Of Defeat, But They Are No Less Difficult.

No One Can Guarantee Success In War, But Only Deserve It.

No Matter. The Dead Bird Does Not Leave The Nest.

Time And The Ocean And Some Guiding Star And High Cabal Have Made Us What We Are.

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.