The Maxim Of The British People Is

All Babies Look Like Me. But Then, I Look Like All Babies.

If You Will Not Fight For Right When You Can Easily Win Without Bloodshed; If You Will Not Fight When Your Victory Will Be Sure And Not Too Costly; You May Come To The Moment When You Will Have To Fight With All Odds Against You And Only A Precarious Chance Of Survival. There May Be Even A Worse Fate, You May Have To Fight When There Is No Hope Of Victory, Because It Is Better To Perish Than To Live As Slaves.

I Do Not Understand This Squeamishness About The Use Of Gas... I Am Strongly In Favour Of Using Poisoned Gas Against Uncivilised Tribes... It Is Not Necessary To Use Only The Most Deadly Gases: Gases Can Be Used Which Cause Great Inconvenience And Would Spread A Lively Terror And Yet Would Leave No Serious Permanent Effects On Most Of Those Affected.

These, Gentlemen, Are The Opinions Upon Which I Base My Facts.

There Is A Hush Over All Europe, Nay, Over All The World. Alas! It Is The Hush Of Suspense, And In Many Lands It Is The Hush Of Fear. Listen! No, Listen Carefully, I Think I Hear Somethingyes, There It Was Quite Clear. Dont You Hear It? It Is The Tramp Of Armies Crunching The Gravel Of The Paradegrounds, Splashing Through Rain-soaked Fields, The Tramp Of Two Million German Soldiers And More Than A Million Italiansgoing On Maneuversyes, Only On Maneuvers!