We Make Our Buildings, And

We Have Not Journeyed All This Way Because We Are Made Of Sugar Candy.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

Canada Is The Linchpin Of The English-speakin G World

The Water Was Not Fit To Drink. To Make It Palatable, We Had To Add Whisky. By Diligent Effort, I Learned To Like It.

The Navy Can Lose Us The War, But Only The Air Force Can Win It. Therefore Our Supreme Effort Must Be To Gain Overwhelming Mastery In The Air. The Fighters Are Our Salvation . . . But The Bombers Alone Provide The Means Of Victory. . . . In No Other Way At Present Visible Can We Hope To Overcome The Immense Military Power Of Germany.