Politics Is Almost As Exciting As War,

We Shall Defend Our Island Whatever The Cost May Be; We Shall Fight On Beaches, Landing Grounds, In Fields, In Streets And On The Hills. We Shall Never Surrender And Even If, Which I Do Not For The Moment Believe, This Island Or A Large Part Of It Were Subjugated And Starving, Then Our Empire Beyond The Seas, Armed And Guarded By The British Fleet, Will Carry On The Struggle Until In God's Good Time The New World With All Its Power And Might, Sets Forth To The Liberation And Rescue Of The Old.

Never, Never, Never Believe Any War Will Be Smooth And Easy, Or That Anyone Who Embarks On The Strange Voyage Can Measure The Tides And Hurricanes He Will Encounter. The Statesman Who Yields To War Fever Must Realize That Once The Signal Is Given, He Is No Longer The Master Of Policy But The Slave Of Unforeseeable And Uncontrollable Events.

The Element Of The Unexpected And The Unforeseeable Is What Gives Some Of Its Relish To Life And Saves Us From Falling Into The Mechanical Thralldom Of The Logicians.

We Shall Fight In Parking Lots, We Shall Fight In Empty Fields And On Wide Streets, We Shall Never Surrender.

When You Get A Thing The Way You Want It, Leave It Alone.