There Is No Such Thing

We Hoped To Land A Wild Cat That Would Tear Out The Bowels Of The Boche. Instead We Have Stranded A Vast Whale With Its Tail Flopping About In The Water.

I Do Not Hold That We Should Rearm In Order To Fight. I Hold That We Should Rearm In Order To Parley.

Bessie Braddock: "winston, You're Drunk. Churchill: "bessie, You're Ugly. But Tomorrow I Shall Be Sober.

We Shall Escape The Absurdity Of Growing A Whole Chicken In Order To Eat The Breast Or Wing, By Growing These Parts Separately Under A Suitable Medium.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.