No more let us alter or falter or palter. From Malta to Yalta, and Yalta to Malta.

No one can understand history without continually relating the long periods which are constantly mentioned to the experiences of our own short lives.

I felt as if I were walking with destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial... I thought I knew a good deal about it all, I was sure I should not fail.

One evening at Chequers the film was Oliver Twist. Rufus, as usual, had the best seat in the house, on his master's lap. At the point when Bill Sikes was about to drown his dog to put the police off his track, Churchill covered Rufus's eyes with his hand. He said, "Don't look now, dear. I'll tell you about it afterwards."

For with primacy in power is also joined an awe inspiring accountability to the future.

Science burrows its insulted head in the filth of slaughterous inventions.

The statesman who yields to war fever must realise that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.