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The Old Wars Were Decided By Their Episodes Rather Than By Their Tendencies. In This War, The Tendencies Are Far More Important Than The Episodes.

Many Forms Of Government Have Been Tried, And Will Be Tried In This World Of Sin And Woe. No One Pretends That Democracy Is Perfect Or All-wise. Indeed, It Has Been Said That Democracy Is The Worst Form Of Government Except All Those Others That Have Been

Make For The Children An Evening Of Happiness In A World Of Storm. Let The Children Have Their Night Of Fun And Laughter... Resolved That By Our Daring, These Same Children Shall Not Be Denied Their Right To Live In A Free And Decent World.

The English Are Loth To Express Their Feelings, But In My Stall In The Choir I Could Feel The Pent-up, Passionate Emotion, And Also The Fear Of The Congregation, Not Of Death Or Wounds Or Material Loss, But Of Defeat And The Final Ruin Of Britain.

Never, Never, Never Believe Any War Will Be Smooth And Easy, Or That Anyone Who Embarks On The Strange Voyage Can Measure The Tides And Hurricanes He Will Encounter. The Statesman Who Yields To War Fever Must Realize That Once The Signal Is Given, He Is No Longer The Master Of Policy But The Slave Of Unforeseeable And Uncontrollable Events.