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We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.

A Love Of Tradition Has Never Weakened A Nation.

There Must Be What Mr. Gladstone Many Years Ago Called A Blessed Act Of Oblivion. We Must All Turn Our Backs Upon The Horrors Of The Past. We Must Look To The Future. We Cannot Afford To Drag Forward Across The Years That Are To Come The Hatreds And Revenges Which Have Sprung From The Injuries Of The Past.

You Create Your Own Universe As You Go Along.

They Had Bombed London, Whether On Purpose Or Not, And The British People And London Especially Should Know That We Could Hit Back. It Would Be Good For The Morale Of Us All.