Nature will not be admired by proxy.
Out of the depths of sorrow and sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind.
Never flinch, never weary, never despair.
Socialism is like a dream. Sooner or later you wake up to reality.
Never, ever ever ever ever give up.
There is more blood than paint upon these hands. All those thousands of men killed. We thought it would be a little job, and so it might have been if it had begun in the right way.