He [President Franklin D. Roosevelt] died in harness, and we may well say in battle harness, like his soldiers, sailors and airmen who died side by side with ours and carrying out their tasks to the end all over the world. What an enviable death was his.

I have never promised anything but blood, tears, toil and sweat. Now, however, the bright gleam has caught the helmets of our soldiers, and warmed and cheered all our hearts.

Soldiers of the West Front! Dunkirk has fallen ... with it has ended the greatest battle in world history. Soldiers! My confidence in you knows no bounds. You have not disappointed me.

A year ago our position looked forlorn, and well nigh desperate, to all eyes but our own. Today we may say aloud before an awe-struck world, 'We are still masters of our fate. We still are captain of our souls.

We sit in calm, airy, silent rooms opening upon sunlit and embowered lawns, not a sound except of summer and of husbandry disturbs the peace; but seven million men, any ten thousand of whom could have annihilated the ancient armies, are in ceaseless battle from the Alps to the Ocean.

Safety and certainty in oil lie in variety, and variety alone.