There is nothing less to our credit than our neglect of the foreigner >>
The passion of self-aggrandizement is persistent but plastic; it will >>
When one has come to accept a certain course as duty he has a pleasant >>
What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in. >>
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of >>
What is a society without a heroic dimension? >>
To have no heroes is to have no aspiration, to live on the momentum of the past, to be thrown back upon routine, sensuality, and the narrow self.