I Am Sure That The Mistakes Of

The Short Words Are Best, And The Old Words, When Short, Are The Best Of All.

No More Let Us Alter Or Falter Or Palter. From Malta To Yalta, And Yalta To Malta.

If You Recognize Anyone It Does Not Mean You Like Them.

We Shall Not Fail Or Falter; We Shall Not Weaken Or Tire. Neither The Sudden Shock Of Battle, Nor The Long-drawn Trials Of Vigilance And Exertion Will Wear Us Down. Give Us The Tools And We Will Finish The Job.

You Never Can Tell Whether Bad Luck May Not After All Turn Out To Be Good Luck.