Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about.

We do not war with races primarily as such. Tyranny is our foe. Whatever trapping or disguise it wears, whatever language it speaks, be it external or internal, we must for ever be on our guard, ever mobilized, ever vigilant, always ready to spring at its throat. In all this we march together. Not only do we march and strive shoulder to shoulder at this moment, under the fire of the enemy on the fields of war or in the air, but also in those realms of thought which are consecrated to the rights and the dignity of man.

Each one hopes that if he feeds the crocodile enough, the crocodile will eat him last. All of them hope that the storm will pass before their turn comes to be devoured. But I fear - I fear greatly - the storm will not pass. It will rage and it will roar, even more loudly, even more widely.

Let us set up a standard around which the brave and the loyal can rally.

Success comes from continuing to strive, fail and learn without losing enthusiasm.

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies, choking in his own blood upon the ground.

Two nations divided by a common language.