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The Almighty In His Infinite Wisdom Did Not See Fit To Create Frenchmen In The Image Of Englishmen.

Woe Betide The Leaders Now Perched On Their Dizzy Pinnacles Of Triumph If They Cast Away At The Conference Table What The Soldiers Had Won On A Hundred Bloodsoaked Battlefields.

God For A Month Of Power & A Good Shorthand Writer.

The Salvation Of The Common People Of Every Race And Of Every Land From War Or Servitude Must Be Established On Solid Foundations And Must Be Guarded By The Readiness Of All Men And Women To Die Rather Than Submit To Tyranny.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days.