If I were the first of May, I should be ashamed of myself.

Writing is an adventure.

Let the children have their night of fun and laughter, let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures.

Of all the talents bestowed upon men, none is so precious as the gift of oratory !!

May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism.

I will begin by saying what everybody would like to ignore or forget... we have sustained a total and unmitigated defeat... All is over. Silent, mournful, abandoned, broken, Czechoslovakia recedes into the darkness... We are in the presence of a disaster of the first magnitude which has befallen Great Britain and France. Do not let us blind ourselves to that... Do not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning.

I must place on record my regret that the human race ever learned to fly.