England has been offered a choice between war and shame. She has chosen shame and will get war.

But who in war will not have his laugh amid the skulls?

I have never promised anything but blood, tears, toil and sweat. Now, however we have a new experience. We have a victory - a remarkable and definite victory. The bright gleam has caught the helmets of our soldiers and warmed and cheered all our hearts.

All wisdom is not new wisdom.

What does all this stuff about flying saucers amount to? What can it mean? What is the truth?

The opposition occupies the benches in front of you, but the enemy sits behind you

And do not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning. This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time.