These cruel, wanton, indiscriminate bombings of London are, of course, a part of Hitler's invasion plans. He hopes, by killing large numbers of civilians, and women and children, that he will terrorise and cow the people of this mighty imperial city ... Little does he know the spirit of the British nation, or the tough fibre of the Londoners.

Decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.

The late M. Venizelos observed that in all her wars England-he should have said Britain, of course-always wins one battle-the last

I was only the servant of my country and had I, at any moment, failed to express her unflinching resolve to fight and conquer, I should at once have been rightly cast aside.

At the beginning of this War megalomania was the only form of sanity.

We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible. Our qualities and deeds must burn and glow through the gloom Europe until they become the veritable beacon oits salvation.