I have found in my experience of war, that plans are useless, but planning is invaluable.

The dictator, in all his pride, is held in the grip of his party machine. He can go forward; he cannot go back. He must blood his hounds and show them sport, or else, like Actaeon of old, be devoured by them. All-strong without, he is all-weak within.

From now on we shall bomb Germany on an ever-increasing scale, month by month, year by year, until the Nazi regime has either been exterminated by us or - better still - torn to pieces by the German people themselves.

Sometimes our best is simply not enough.... We have to do what is required.

Victory is the beautiful, bright-colored flower. Transport is the stem without which it could never have blossomed.

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.

When I'm in office I always keep Members of Parliament talking. If they stopped they might start thinking.