The short words are best, and the old words, when short, are the best of all.

I love learning, but hate being taught.

It is conceivable that I might well be reborn as a Chinese coolie. In such case I should lodge a protest.

We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young. The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.

You were given the choice between war and dishonor. You chose dishonor and you will have war.

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

We (The British) have not journeyed across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.