What Kind Of People Do They Think

Time And The Ocean And Some Guiding Star And High Cabal Have Made Us What We Are.

Nothing Is More Dangerous In Wartime Than To Live In The Temperamental Atmosphere Of A Gallup Poll, Always Feeling Ones Pulse And Taking Ones Temperature. I See That A Speaker At The Week-end Said That This Was A Time When Leaders Should Keep Their Ears To The Ground. All I Can Say Is That The British Nation Will Find It Very Hard To Look Up To Leaders Who Are Detected In That Somewhat Ungainly Posture.

The Lights Of Saxon England Were Going Out, And In The Gathering Darkness A Gentle, Grey-beard Prophet Foretold The End. When On His Death-bed Edward Spoke Of A Time Of Evil That Was Coming Upon The Land His Inspired Mutterings Struck Terror Into The Hearers.

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes And To Make This Muddled World A Better Place For Those Who Will Live In It After We Are Gone? How Else Can We Put Ourselves In Harmonious Relation With The Great Verities And Consolations Of The Infinite And The Eternal? And I Avow My Faith That We Are Marching Towards Better Days. Humanity Will Not Be Cast Down. We Are Going On Swinging Bravely Forward Along The Grand High Road And Already Behind The Distant Mountains Is The Promise Of The Sun.

To Be Really Happy And Really Safe, One Ought To Have At Least Two Or Three Hobbies, And They Must All Be Real.