Headmasters have powers at their disposal with which Prime ministers have never yet been invested.

The dictator, in all his pride, is held in the grip of his party machine. He can go forward; he cannot go back. He must blood his hounds and show them sport, or else, like Actaeon of old, be devoured by them. All-strong without, he is all-weak within.

Why should there not be a European group which could give a sense of enlarged patriotism and common citizenship to the distracted peoples of this turbulent and mighty continent? And why should it not take its rightful place with other great groupings and help to shape the onward destinies of men?

The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes.

The pictorial battlefield becomes a sea of mud mercifully veiled by the fog of war.

Really I feel less keen about the Army every day. I think the Church would suit me better.

The malice of the wicked was reinforced by the weakness of the virtuous.