The late M. Venizelos observed that in all her wars Englandhe should have said Britain, of coursealways wins one battlethe last.

And a pamphlet called Pick me up There is no genuine hatred against Herr Hitler.

The English never draw a line without blurring it.

And do not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning. This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time.

We contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.

...every offensive lost its force as it proceeded. It was like throwing a bucket of water over the floor. It first rushed forward, then soaked forward, and finally stopped altogether until another bucket could be brought.

He has the gift of compressing the largest amount of words into the smallest amount of thoughts.