The oldest habit in the world for resisting change is to complain that unless the remedy to the disease should be universally applied it should not be applied at all. But you must start somewhere.

Doubts could be swept away only by deeds.

I am weary of a task which is done and I hope I shall not shrink when the aftermath ends. My only wish is to live peacefully out the remaining years - if years they be.

To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.

We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls.

War is mainly a catalogue of blunders.

It is all true, or it ought to be; and more and better besides.