Let us never forget this: since the day of the air, the old frontiers are gone. When you think of the defense of England you no longer think of the chalk cliffs of Dover; you think of the Rhine. That is where our frontier lies.

I think it is well . . . for the man in the street to realise there is no power on earth that can protect him from bombing, whatever people may tell him. The bomber will always get through. The only defence is in offence, which means that you have to kill more women and children more quickly than the enemy if you want to save yourselves.

I am one of those who would rather sink with faith than swim without it.

England totally disarmed and an easy prey to hostile forces! Can you think of anything more likely to excite cupidity and hostile intention? We should sink to the level of a fifth rate Power, our Colonies would be stripped from us, our commerce would decline, famine and unemployment would stalk the land... I have yet to learn that the cause of peace can be served by rendering our country impotent.

When I was a little boy in Worcestershire reading history books I never thought I should have to interfere between a king and his mistress.

Once I leave, I leave. I am not going to speak to the man on the bridge, and I am not going to spit on the deck.

You will find in politics that you are much exposed to the attribution of false motive. Never complain and never explain.