The statesman who yields to war fever must realise that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.

This war proceeds along its terrible path by the slaughter of infantry...I say to myself every day. What is going on while we sit here, while we go away to dinner or home to bed? Nearly, 1000 - Englishmen, Britishers, and the other is America...Everything else is swept away.

Sure I am this day we are masters of our fate, that the task which has been set before us is not above our strength; that its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance. As long as we have faith in our own cause and an unconquerable will to win, victory will not be denied us.

Beware of driving men to desperation. Even a cornered rat is dangerous.

Sir, we must beware of needless innovation, especially when guided by logic.

It is a fine game to play - the game of politics - and it is well worth waiting for a good hand before really plunging.

No one can understand history without continually relating the long periods which are constantly mentioned to the experiences of our own short lives.