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

Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies, choking in his own blood upon the ground.

One may imagine that a man who blew the trumpet for his living would be glad to play the violin for his amusement.

War is horrible, but slavery is worse.

Working hours are never long enough. Each day is a holiday, and ordinary holidays are grudged as enforced interruptions in an absorbing vocation.

We have a very daring and skillful opponent against us, and, may I say across the havoc of war, a great general.