Nowadays we are assailed by a chorus of horrid threats. The Nazi Government exudes through every neutral State inside information of the frightful vengeance they are going to wreak upon us, and they also bawl it around the world by their leather-lunged propaganda machine. If words could kill, we should be dead already.

The only traditions of the Royal Navy are rum, sodomy and the lash.

We have taken a grave and hazardous decision to sustain the Greeks and try to make a Balkan Front.

I am all for your using machines, but do not let them use you.

I do not understand this squeamishness about the use of gas. We have definitely adopted the position at the Peace Conference of arguing in favour of the retention of gas as a permanent method of warfare. It is sheer affectation to lacerate a man with the poisonous fragment of a bursting shell and to boggle at making his eyes water by means of lachrymatory gas.

Never does a man portray his character more vividly than when proclaiming the character of another.

The opposition occupies the benches in front of you, but the enemy sits behind you