We are waiting for the long-promised invasion. So are the fishes.

The people of London with one voice would say to Hitler: “You have committed every crime under the sun. . . . We will have no truce or parley with you, or the grisly gang who work your wicked will. You do your worst—and we will do our best.”

What General Weygand called the Battle of France is over. I expect that the Battle of Britain is about to begin.

The gratitude of every home in our Island, in our Empire, and indeed throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the World War by their prowess and their devotion. Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: “I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.”

Their sweat, their tears, their blood bedewed the endless plain.

By being so long in the lowest form [at Harrow] I gained an immense advantage over the cleverer boys. . . . I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence—which is a noble thing.

[ Of Ramsey MacDonald :] I remember, when I was a child, being taken to the celebrated Barnum’s circus, which contained an exhibition of freaks and monstrosities, but the exhibit on the program which I most desired to see was the one described as “The Boneless Wonder.” My parents judged that the spectacle would be too revolting and demoralizing for my youthful eyes, and I have waited 50 years to see the boneless wonder sitting on the Treasury Bench.

Business carried on as usual during alterations on the map of Europe.

[ Responding to criticism that he edited the British Gazette in a biased manner during the General Strike :] I decline utterly to be impartial as between the fire brigade and the fire.