I Always Seem To Get Inspiration And

Victory Is Only Wrested By Running Risks.

The English Are Loth To Express Their Feelings, But In My Stall In The Choir I Could Feel The Pent-up, Passionate Emotion, And Also The Fear Of The Congregation, Not Of Death Or Wounds Or Material Loss, But Of Defeat And The Final Ruin Of Britain.

Appeasement Is Feeding The Crocodile, Hoping He Will Eat You Last.

A Small Lie Needs A Bodyguard Of Bigger Lies To Protect It.

Men Often Stumble Onto The Truth But Then Quickly Dust Themselves Off And Hurry Away.