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You Ask What The Aim Is? I Tell You It Is Victory - Total Victory.

Without Tradition, Art Is A Flock Of Sheep Without A Shepherd. Without Innovation, It Is A Corpse.

It Is A Great Mistake To Suppose That Thrift Is Caused Only By Fear; It Springs From Hope As Well As From Fear; Where There Is No Hope, Be Sure There Will Be No Thrift.

Rules Were Made For Fools To Follow And Wise Men To Be Guided By.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.