No More Let Us Alter

If Tonight Our People Were Asked To Cast Their Vote Whether A Convention Should Be Entered Into To Stop The Bombing Of Cities, The Overwhelming Majority Would Cry, "we Will Mete Out To Them [the Germans] The Measure, And More Than The Measure, That They Have Meted Out To Us... We Will Have No Truce Or Parley With You, Or The Grisly Gang Who Work Your Wicked Will. You Do Your Worst - And We Will Do Our Best."

When I Am Abroad, I Always Make It A Rule Never To Criticize Or Attack The Government Of My Own Country. I Make Up For Lost Time When I Come Home.

The Game Of Life Does Not Proceed Like A Mathematical Calculation On The Principle That Two And Two Make Four. Sometimes They Make Five, Or Minus Four, And Sometimes The Blackboard Topples Over In The Middle Of The Sum And The Pedagogue Is Left With A Black Eye.

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

It Cannot In The Opinion Of His Majesty's Government Be Classified As Slavery In The Extreme Acceptance Of The Word Without Some Risk Of Terminological Inexactitude.