Every great crisis of human history is a pass of Thermopylae, and there is always a Leonidas and his three hundred to die in it, if they can not conquer.

While we read history we make history.

I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be; The waves that plunged along the shore Said only: 'Dreamer, dream no more!'

When you have sweated, toiled, had mad dreams, hopeless nightmares, you find yourself in London's streets, cold and dank in the night air. Think - what have I …

As far as we can look back into history, the downfall of any nation can be traced from the moment that nation became timid about spending its best blood.

I would not have believed such an inferno could open up on earth. Men died but they did not retreat.