Well, dinner would have been splendid... if the wine had been as cold as the soup, the beef as rare as the service, the brandy as old as the fish, and the maid as willing as the Duchess.

Go into the sunshine and be happy with what you see.

In war it does not matter who is right, but who is left.

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.

Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'

I am never going to have anything more to do with politics or politicians. When this war is over I shall confine myself entirely to writing and painting.

Still, it is the primary right of men to die and kill for the land they live in, and to punish with exceptional severity all members of their own race who have warmed their hands at the invaders' hearth.