The Poor Girl Does Not

When I Warned Them [the French] That Britain Would Fight On Alone Whatever They Did, Their Generals Told Their Prime Minister And His Divided Cabinet, In Three Weeks England Will Have Her Neck Wrung Like A Chicken. Some Chicken! Some Neck!

If You Are Going To Go Through Hell, Keep Going

The Painter Wanders And Loiters Contentedly From Place To Place, Always On The Lookout For Some Brilliant Butterfly Of A Picture Which Can Be Caught And Carried Safely Home.

He Sees With Amazement That Our Defeats Are But The Stepping Stones To Victory And That All His Victories Are Stepping Stones To Ruin. It Was Apparent To Me That This Bad Man Saw Quite Clearly The Shadow Of Slowly And Remorselessly Approaching Doom, And He Railed At Fortune For Mocking Him With The Glitter Of Fleeting Success.

One Would Have Thought That If There Was One Cause In The World Which The Conservative Party Would Have Hastened To Defend, It Would Be The Cause Of The British Empire In India ... Our Fight Is Hard. It Will Also Be Long ... But Win Or Lose, We Must Do Our Duty. If The British People Are To Lose Their Indian Empire, They Shall Do So With Their Eyes Open.