God alone knows how great it is. All I hope is that it is not too late. I am very much afraid that it is. We can only do our best.

We would rather see London laid in ruins and ashes than that it should be tamely and abjectly enslaved.

My only consolation for the failure of the Dardanelles was that God wished things to be prolonged in order to sicken mankind of war, and that therefore He had interfered with a project that would have brought the war to a speedier conclusion.

I let the argument rip healthily between the departments. This is a very good way to finding out the truth.

Plans are worthless. Planning is priceless.

Unless we establish some form of world government, it will not be possible for us to avert a World War III in the future.

History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days. What is the worth of all this? The only guide to a man is his conscience; the only shield to his memory is the rectitude and sincerity of his actions. It is very imprudent to walk through life without this shield, because we are so often mocked by the failure of our hopes and the upsetting of our calculations; but with this shield, however the fates may play, we march always in the ranks of honor.