Socialism is like a dream. Sooner or later you wake up to reality.

We shall not flag nor fail. We shall go on to the end.

We are stripped bare by the curse of plenty.

When someone says to me, Ugh, you smoke. I reply, Ugh, you're ugly. I can quit smoking.

The Great War differed from all ancient wars in the immense power of the combatants and their fearful agencies of destruction, and from all modern wars in the utter ruthlessness with which it was fought.

If Europe were once united in the sharing of its common inheritance there would be no limit to the happiness, the prosperity, and the glory which its three or four million people would enjoy.

The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences.