At 50, don't let aging get you down. It's too hard to get back up. Happy 50th birthday.

There is no more striking illustration of the immobility of British institutions than the House of Commons.

Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.

When our new armies are ready it seems folly to send them to Flanders, where they will chew barbed wire, or be wasted in futile frontal attacks.

We are within measurable, or imaginable, distance of a real Armageddon. Happily there seems to be no reason why we should be anything more than spectators.

If I am asked what we are fighting for, I can reply in two sentences. In the first place, to fulfil a solemn international obligation . . . an obligation of honor which no self-respecting man could possibly have repudiated. I say, secondly, we are fighting to vindicate the principle that small nationalities are not to be crushed in defiance of international good faith at the arbitrary will of a strong and overmastering Power.

At 50, don't let aging get you down. It's too hard to get back up. Happy 50th birthday.