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The Rest And The Spell Of Sleep In The Middle Of The Day Refresh The Human Frame Far More Than A Long Night. We Were Not Made By Nature To Work, Or Even To Play, From Eight O'clock In The Morning Till Midnight. We Throw A Strain Upon Our System Which Is Unfair And Improvident. For Every Purpose Of Business Or Pleasure, Mental Or Physical, We Ought To Break Our Days And Our Marches Into Two.

There Are No Limits To The Majestic Future Which Lies Before The Mighty Expanse Of Canada With Its Virile, Aspiring, Cultured, And Generous-hearted People.

Perfect Solutions Of Our Difficulties Are Not To Be Looked For In An Imperfect World.

A Little Mouse Of Thought Appears In The Room, And Even The Mightiest Potentates Are Thrown Into Panic. They Make Frantic Efforts To Bar Our Thoughts And Words; They Are Afraid Of The Workings Of The Human Mind.

Bessie Braddock: "winston, You're Drunk. Churchill: "bessie, You're Ugly. But Tomorrow I Shall Be Sober.