Socialism Is Like A Dream.

We Are Stripped Bare By The Curse Of Plenty.

We Shall Defend Our Island, Whatever The Cost May Be, We Shall Fight On The Beaches, We Shall Fight On The Landing Grounds, We Shall Fight In The Fields And In The Streets, We Shall Fight In The Hills; We Shall Never Surrender.

Tidiness Is A Virtue, Symmetry Is Often A Constituent Of Beauty.

There Is No Worse Mistake In Public Leadership Than To Hold Out False Hopes Soon To Be Swept Away. The British People Can Face Peril Or Misfortune With Fortitude And Buoyancy, But They Bitterly Resent Being Deceived Or Finding That Those Responsible For Their Affairs Are Themselves Dwelling In A Fool's Paradise.

The Person Must Be Blind, Indeed, Who Can Not See, That Here On Earth A Great Project, A Great Plan, Is Executed, May Work On The Realization Of Which We Participate As Faithful Servants.