Mr. Attlee Is A Very Modest Man.

I Now Began For The First Time To Envy Those Young Cubs At The University Who Had Fine Scholars To Tell Them What Was What; Professors Who Had Devoted Their Lives To Mastering And Focusing Ideas In Every Branch Of Learning; Who Were Eager To Distribute The Treasures They Had Gathered Before They Were Overtaken By The Night. But Now I Pity Undergraduates, When I See What Frivolous Lives Many Of Them Lead In The Midst Of Precious Fleeting Opportunity. After All, A Man's Life Must Be Nailed To A Cross Either Of Thought Or Action. Without Work There Is No Play.

The Unnatural And Increasingly Rapid Growth Of The Feeble-minded And Insane Classes, Coupled As It Is With Steady Restriction Among All The Thrifty, Energetic And Superior Stocks Constitutes A National And Race Danger Which Is Impossible To Exaggerate. I Feel That The Source From Which The Stream Of Madness Is Fed Should Be Cut Off And Sealed Before Another Year Has Passed.

All I Want Is Compliance With My Wishes, After Reasonable Discussion.

The Statesman Who Yields To War Fever Must Realise That Once The Signal Is Given, He Is No Longer The Master Of Policy But The Slave Of Unforeseeable And Uncontrollable Events.

The True Guide Of Life Is To Do What Is Right.