The Times is speechless, and takes three columns to express its speechlessness.

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.

There are few virtues that the Poles do not possess and there are few errors they have ever avoided.

To be really happy and really safe, one ought to have at least two or three hobbies, and they must all be real.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

I liked wine, both red and white, and especially Champagne; and on very special occasions I could even drink a small glass of brandy.

I have never developed indigestion from eating my words.