Without Victory There Is No Survival!

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

There Is No Need To Exaggerate The Part Played In The Creation Of The Bolshevism And In The Actual Bringing About Of The Russian Revolution, By These International And For The Most Part Atheistical Jews.

I Do Not Wonder That British Youth Is In Revolt Against The Morbid Doctrine That Nothing Matters But The Equal Sharing Of Miseries; That What Used To Be Called The Submerged Tenth Can Only Be Rescued By Bringing The Other Nine-tenths Down To Their Le.

The Belief That Security Can Be Obtained By Throwing A Small State To The Wolves Is A Fatal Delusion.

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