There Is At Least One

The Whole Of Northern Norway Was Covered With Snow To Depths Which None Of Our Soldiers Had Ever Seen, Felt, Or Imagined. There Were Neither Snow-shoes Nor Skis - Still Less Skiers. We Must Do Our Best. Thus Began This Ramshackle Campaign.

I Have Never Promised Anything But Blood, Tears, Toil And Sweat. Now, However We Have A New Experience. We Have A Victory - A Remarkable And Definite Victory. The Bright Gleam Has Caught The Helmets Of Our Soldiers And Warmed And Cheered All Our Hearts.

It Is Remarkable That Lord Esher Should Be So Much Astray...we Must Conclude That An Uncontrollable Fondness For Fiction Forbade Him To Forsake It For Fact. Such Constancy Is A Defect In An Historian.

Do Not Turn The Superior Eye Of Critical Passivity Upon These Efforts .... We Must Not Be Ambitious. We Cannot Aspire To Masterpieces. We May Content Ourselves With A Joy Ride In A Paint-box.

Mr. Chamberlain Loves The Working Man, He Loves To See Him Work.