I Am Your Servant. You Have The

This Is No War Of Chieftains Or Of Princes, Of Dynasties Or National Ambition; It Is A War Of Peoples And Of Causes. There Are Vast Numbers, Not Only In This Island But In Every Land, Who Will Render Faithful Service In This War, But Whose Names Will Never Be Known, Whose Deeds Will Never Be Recorded. This Is A War Of The Unknown Warriors

I Hope I Shall Never See The Day When The Force Of Right Is Deprived Of The Right Of Force.

We Sit In Calm, Airy, Silent Rooms Opening Upon Sunlit And Embowered Lawns, Not A Sound Except Of Summer And Of Husbandry Disturbs The Peace; But Seven Million Men, Any Ten Thousand Of Whom Could Have Annihilated The Ancient Armies, Are In Ceaseless Battle From The Alps To The Ocean.

Thus I Got Into My Bones The Essential Structure Of The Ordinary British Sentence, Which Is A Noble Thing.

God Alone Knows How Great It Is. All I Hope Is That It Is Not Too Late. I Am Very Much Afraid That It Is. We Can Only Do Our Best.