They [the Labour Party] Are Not Fit

The Most Beautiful Voice In The World Is That Of An Educated Southern Woman.

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.

Science Burrows Its Insulted Head In The Filth Of Slaughterous Inventions.

The Day May Dawn When Fair Play, Love For One's Fellow Men, Respect For Justice And Freedom, Will Enable Tormented Generations To March Forth Serene And Triumphant From The Hideous Epoch In Which We Have To Dwell. Meanwhile, Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

When You Are Going Through Hell, Don't Stop.