No Matter. The Dead Bird Does Not

A Prisoner Of War Is A Man Who Tries To Kill You And Fails, And Then Asks You Not To Kill Him.

We Shall Defend Every Village, Every Town And Every City. The Vast Mass Of London Itself, Fought Street By Street, Could Easily Devour An Entire Hostile Army; And We Would Rather See London Laid In Ruins And Ashes Than That It Should Be Tamely And Abjectly Enslaved.

We Must Not Lose Our Faculty To Dare, Particularly In Dark Days.

Hess Or No Hess, I'm Going To Watch The Marx Brothers.

What Is Our Policy? ... To Wage War Against A Monstrous Tyranny, Never Surpassed In The Dark, Lamentable Catalogue Of Human Crime.