If Europe Were Once United In The

Woe Betide The Leaders Now Perched On Their Dizzy Pinnacles Of Triumph If They Cast Away At The Conference Table What The Soldiers Had Won On A Hundred Bloodsoaked Battlefields.

We Shape Our Buildings; Thereafter They Shape Us.

If We Could Get Out Of This Jam By Giving Up Malta And Gibraltar And Some African Colonies I Would Jump At It. But The Only Safe Way Is To Convince Hitler That He Cannot Beat Us.

Victory Will Never Be Found By Taking The Path Of Least Resistance.

There Is A Place For Everyone, Man And Woman, Old And Young, Hale And Halt; Service In A Thousand Forms Is Open. There Is No Room Now For The Dilettante, The Weakling, For The Shirker, Or The Sluggard. From The Highest To The Humblest Tasks, All Are Of Equal Honor; All Have Their Part To Play.