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The Empires Of The Future Are The Empires Of The Mind.

Headmasters Have Powers At Their Disposal With Which Prime Ministers Have Never Yet Been Invested.

My Hope Is That The Generous Instincts Of Unity Will Not Depart From Us...[so That We] Become The Prey Of The Little Folk Who Exist In Every Country And Who Frolic Alongside The Juggernaut Car Of War To See What Fun Or Notoriety They Can Extract From The Proceedings.

The Great Defence Against Aerial Menace Is To Attack The Enemy's Aircraft As Near As Possible To Their Point Of Departure.

I Am Weary Of A Task Which Is Done And I Hope I Shall Not Shrink When The Aftermath Ends. My Only Wish Is To Live Peacefully Out The Remaining Years - If Years They Be.