Mr. Attlee Is A Very

Our Future Is In Our Hands. Our Lives Are What We Choose To Make Them.

A Heightened Sense Of The Observation Of Nature Is One Of The Chief Delights That Have Come To Me Through Trying To Paint.

How Many Have Gone? How Many More To Go? The Admiralty Is Fast Asleep And Lethargy & Inertia Are The Order Of The Day. However Everybody Seems Delighted - So There Is Nothing To Be Said. No Plans, No Enterprise, No Struggle To Aid The General Cause. Just Sit Still On The Spacious Throne And Snooze.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.

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.