In war it does not matter who is right, but who is left.

And what a plan! This vast operation is undoubtedly the most complicated and difficult that has ever occurred.

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."

May there not be methods of using explosive energy incomparably more intense than anything heretofore discovered? Might not a bomb no bigger than an orange be found to possess a secret power to destroy a whole block of buildings-nay, to concentrate the force of a thousand tons of cordite and blast a township at a stroke? Could not explosives even of the existing type be guided automatically in flying machines by wireless or other rays, without a human pilot, in ceaseless procession upon a hostile city, arsenal, camp or dockyard?

Hasty work and premature decisions may lead to penalties out of all proportion to the issues immediately involved.

You know, in war, you don't have to be nice. You only have to be right.

Never trust a man who has not a single redeeming vice.