Make sure that the beer - four pints a week - goes to the troops under fire before any of the parties in the rear get a drop.

I look like a down-and-out drunk who has been picked out of the gutter in the Strand.

Things don't happen to me. I happen to things!

I remember when I was a child, being taken to the celebrated Barnum's Circus, which contained an exhibition of freaks and monstrosities, but the exhibit on the program which I most desired to see was the one described as ‘The Boneless Wonder’. My parents judged that the spectacle would be too demoralizing and revolting for my youthful eye and I have waited fifty years, to see The Boneless Wonder sitting on the Treasury Bench.

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.

We do not covet anything from any nation except their respect.

Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.