The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.

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

There must be what Mr. Gladstone many years ago called a blessed act of oblivion. We must all turn our backs upon the horrors of the past. We must look to the future. We cannot afford to drag forward across the years that are to come the hatreds and revenges which have sprung from the injuries of the past.

I will not pretend that if I had to choose between communism and Nazism I would choose communism.

A nation that fails to honor its heroes, soon will have no heroes to honor.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

They feed the crocodile in the hope that he will eat them last.