I cannot help reflecting that if my father had been American and my mother British instead of the other way around, I might have gotten here on my own.

God alone knows how great it is. All I hope is that it is not too late. I am very much afraid that it is. We can only do our best.

The reserve of modern assertions is sometimes pushed to extremes, in which the fear of being contradicted leads the writer to strip himself of almost all sense and meaning.

To jaw-jaw is always better than to war-war.

What does all this stuff about flying saucers amount to? What can it mean? What is the truth?

Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.