Historians are apt to judge war ministers less by the victories achieved under their direction than by the political results which flowed from them. Judged by that standard, I am not sure that I shall be held to have done very well.
The lights of Saxon England were going out, and in the gathering darkness a gentle, grey-beard prophet foretold the end. When on his death-bed Edward spoke of a time of evil that was coming upon the land his inspired mutterings struck terror into the hearers.
One might as well legalise sodomy as recognise the Bolsheviks.
Thus I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence, which is a noble thing.
I do think unpunctuality is a vile habit, and all my life I have tried to break myself of it.
I’d rather be right than consistent.
We shall fight in parking lots, we shall fight in empty fields and on wide streets, we shall never surrender.
One of the most important signs of the existence of a democracy is that when there is a knock at the door at 5 in the morning, one is completely certain that it is the milkman.
The Government of India had imprisoned Mr. Gandhi and they had been sitting outside his cell door begging him to help them out of their difficulties.
It saves a lot of trouble if, instead of having to earn money and save it, you can just go and borrow it.
Don’t mind the five or more million Germans. Stalin will see to them they will cease to exist.
You know, in war, you don’t have to be nice. You only have to be right.
It is conceivable that I might well be reborn as a Chinese coolie. In such case I should lodge a protest.
Any idiot can see something wrong. But can you see what is right?
For the first 25 years of my life, I wanted freedom. For the next 25 years, I wanted order. For the next 25 years, I realized that order is freedom.
Preposition: An enormously versatile part of grammar, as in ‘What made you pick this book I didn’t want to be read to out of up for?’
Democracy means that when there’s a knock in the door at 3 am, it’s probably the milkman.
War is horrible, but slavery is worse.
Americans are a wonderful people: They will always do the right thing – after exhausting every other possible alternative.
There is no merit in putting off a war for a year if, when it comes, it is far worse or much harder to win.