Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.

Christmas is at our throats again.

Work hard, do the best you can, don't ever lose faith in yourself and take no notice of what other people say about you.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.

Criticism and Bolshevism have one thing in common. They both seek to pull down that which they could never build.

Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgaged to the hilt Is inclined to take the gilt Off the gingerbread, And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son.

I'm not a heavy drinker, I can sometimes go for hours without touching a drop.