If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies, choking in his own blood upon the ground.

An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.

By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach.

I drink a great deal. I sleep a little, and I smoke cigar after cigar. That is why I am in two-hundred-percent form.

We sit in calm, airy, silent rooms opening upon sunlit and embowered lawns, not a sound except of summer and of husbandry disturbs the peace; but seven million men, any ten thousand of whom could have annihilated the ancient armies, are in ceaseless battle from the Alps to the Ocean.

What is our policy? ... to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime.

The test of a people is what they can do when they're tired.