I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

It is wonderful what great strides can be made when there is a resolute purpose behind them.

No one can understand history without continually relating the long periods which are constantly mentioned to the experiences of our own short lives.

I never slept as soundly as the night following Pearl Harbor. For I knew that The American Race would now be entering the war and it would never be the same.

History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.

The element of the unexpected and the unforeseeable is what gives some of its relish to life and saves us from falling into the mechanical thralldom of the logicians.

In the course of my life, I have often had to eat my words, and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.