In Wartime, Truth Is So

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.

There Is Only One Duty, Only One Safe Course, And That Is To Try To Be Right And Not To Fear To Do Or Say What You Believe To Be Right. That Is The Only Way To Deserve And To Win The Confidence Of Our Great People In These Days Of Trouble.

I Felt As If I Were Walking With Destiny, And That All My Past Life Had Been But A Preparation For This Hour And For This Trial... I Thought I Knew A Good Deal About It All, I Was Sure I Should Not Fail.

You Can Measure A Man's Character By The Choices He Makes Under Pressure.

The British Nation Is Unique In This Respect. They Are The Only People Who Like To Be Told How Bad Things Are, Who Like To Be Told The Worst.