The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.

The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can see the great everlasting things which matter for a nation - the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, and clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.

You get to know more of the character of a man in a round of golf than in six months of political experience.

Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.

When they circumcised Herbert Samuel they threw away the wrong bit

Liberty has restraints but no frontiers.

What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.