Dictatorship is like a giant beech-tree - very magnificent to look at in its prime, but nothing grows underneath it.

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.

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.

Dictatorship is like a giant beech-tree - very magnificent to look at in its prime, but nothing grows underneath it.

The intelligent are to the intelligentsia what a gentleman is to a gent.

I am a man of peace. I am longing and working and praying for peace, but I will not surrender the safety and security of the British constitution. You placed me in power eighteen months ago by the largest majority accorded to any party for many, many years. Have I done anything to forfeit that confidence? Cannot you trust me to ensure a square deal to secure even justice between man and man?

The papers conducted by Lord Rothermere and Lord Beaverbrook are not newspapers in the ordinary acceptance of the term. They are engines of propaganda for the constantly-changing policies, desires, personal wishes, and personal likes and dislikes of two men? What the proprietorship of those papers is aiming at is power, and power without responsibility the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages.