Society and the World

How long will you abuse our patience, Catiline?

’Ipse dixit.’ ‘Ipse’ autem erat Pyhagoras.

Salus populi suprema est lex.

Salus populi suprema est lex.

A sheep in sheep’s clothing.

Jellicoe was the only man on either side who could lose the war in an afternoon.

The ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn’t happen.

In war: resolution. In defeat: defiance. In victory: magnanimity. In peace: goodwill.

If Hitler invaded hell I would make at least a favourable reference to the devil in the House of Commons.

In defeat unbeatable: in victory unbearable. of Lord Montgomery

It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations.

It was the nation and the race dwelling all round the globe that had the lion’s heart. I had the luck to be called upon to give the roar.

To jaw-jaw is always better than to war-war.

Naval tradition?. Monstrous. Nothing but rum, sodomy, prayers, and the lash.

Democracy is the worst form of Government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.

From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.

The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.

There is no finer investment for any community than putting milk into babies.

National compulsory insurance for all classes for all purposes from the cradle to the grave.

National compulsory insurance for all classes for all purposes from the cradle to the grave.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

We make this wide encircling movement in the Mediterranean, having for its primary object the recovery of the command of that vital sea, but also having for its object the exposure of the underbelly of the Axis, especially Italy, to heavy attack.

When I warned them [the French Government] that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their Prime Minister and his divided Cabinet, ‘In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken.’ Some chicken! Some neck!

Give us the tools and we will finish the job.