The Water Was Not Fit

The Whole Of Northern Norway Was Covered With Snow To Depths Which None Of Our Soldiers Had Ever Seen, Felt, Or Imagined. There Were Neither Snow-shoes Nor Skis - Still Less Skiers. We Must Do Our Best. Thus Began This Ramshackle Campaign.

Oh, What Is The Matter With Poor Puggy-wug? Pet Him And Kiss Him And Give Him A Hug. Run And Fetch Him A Suitable Drug. Wrap Him Up Tenderly All In A Rug. That Is The Way To Cure Puggy-wug.

If You Simply Take Up The Attitude Of Defending A Mistake, There Will No Hope Of Improvement.

Although Always Prepared For Martyrdom, I Preferred That It Should Be Postponed.

To Improve Is To Change.