My mother made a brilliant impression upon my childhood life. She shone for me like the evening star.

Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others.

Thus, be every device from the stick to the carrot, the emaciated Austrian donkey is made to pull the Nazi barrow up an ever-steepening hill.

It is with deep grief I watch the clattering down of the British Empire with all its glories and all the services it has rendered to mankind.

The game of life does not proceed like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes they make five, or minus four, and sometimes the blackboard topples over in the middle of the sum and the pedagogue is left with a black eye.

The power of an air force is terrific when there is nothing to oppose it.

What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?