... painting a picture is like fighting a battle; and trying to paint a picture is, I suppose, like trying to fight a battle. It is, if anything, more exciting than fighting it successfully. But the principle is the same.

Painting is the same kind of problem as unfolding a long, sustained interlocked argument... It is a proposition commanded by a single unity of conception.

Science burrows its insulted head in the filth of slaughterous inventions.

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.

He has the gift of compressing the largest amount of words into the smallest amount of thoughts.

If Britain must choose between Europe and the open sea, she must always choose the open sea.

I wonder whether any other generation has seen such astounding revolutions of data and values as those through which we have lived. Scarcely anything material or established which I was brought up to believe was permanent and vital, has lasted. Everything I was sure or taught to be sure was impossible, has happened.