Good heavens, television is something you appear on; you don't watch.

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

Here ends the story of a ship, but there will always be other ships, for we are an island race. Through all our centuries, the sea has ruled our destiny. There will always be other ships and men to sail in them. It is these men, in peace or war, to whom we owe so much. Above all victories, beyond all loss, in spite of changing values in a changing world, they give to us, their countrymen, eternal and indomitable pride.

Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.

I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.

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

But why, oh why, do the wrong people travel, when the right people stay at home?