Haven't you learned yet that I put something more than whisky into my speeches.
But who in war will not have his laugh amid the skulls?
There is no finer investment for any community than putting milk into babies.
There is no purpose in living where there is nothing to do.
When I warned them [the French] that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their Prime Minister and his divided Cabinet, In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken. Some chicken! Some neck!
These are great days.