Mr. Attlee is a very modest man. Indeed he has a lot to be modest about.

I must place on record my regret that the human race ever learned to fly.

Your greatest fears are created by your imagination. Don't give in to them.

If you go on with this nuclear arms race, all you are going to do is make the rubble bounce.

Millions who could not follow closely or accurately the main events of the War looked day after day in the papers for the fortunes of Mafeking, and when finally the news of its relief was flashed throughout the world, the streets of London became impassable, and the floods of sterling, cockney patriotism were released in such a deluge of unbridled, delirious joy as was never witnessed again till Armistace Night, 1918.

There is a place for everyone, man and woman, old and young, hale and halt; service in a thousand forms is open. There is no room now for the dilettante, the weakling, for the shirker, or the sluggard. From the highest to the humblest tasks, all are of equal honor; all have their part to play.

There is something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty.