You are an Englishman, and have subsequently drawn the greatest prize in the lottery of life.

Wherever you turn your eye—except in science—an Oxford man is at the top of the tree.

When people praise you, don't let it go to your head. When they criticize you, don't let it go to your heart.

In order to save the 40,000,000 inhabitants of the United Kingdom from a bloody civil war, we colonial statesmen must acquire new lands to settle the surplus population, to provide new markets. [...] The Empire, as I have always said, is a bread and butter question.

The real fact is that I could no longer stand their eternal cold mutton.

We must find new lands from which we can easily obtain raw materials and at the same time exploit the cheap slave labor that is available from the natives of the colonies. The colonies would also provide a dumping ground for the surplus goods produced in our factories.

Remember that you are an Englishman, and have consequently won first prize in the lottery of life.