The Maxim Of The British People Is

There Is Something Going On In Time And Space, And Beyond Time And Space, Which, Whether We Like It Or Not, Spells Duty.

Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall Not Be Lonely.

These Cruel, Wanton, Indiscriminate Bombings Of London Are, Of Course, A Part Of Hitler's Invasion Plans. He Hopes, By Killing Large Numbers Of Civilians, And Women And Children, That He Will Terrorise And Cow The People Of This Mighty Imperial City ... Little Does He Know The Spirit Of The British Nation, Or The Tough Fibre Of The Londoners.

It Would Be An Inconvenient Rule If Nothing Could Be Done Until Everything Can Be Done.

I Wanted Us To Go To The Tories When We Were Strong...not In Misfortune To Be Made An Honest Woman Of.