History Unfolds Itself By Strange

I Could Not Help Reflecting That The Bullet Which Had Struck The Chestnut [horse] Had Certainly Passed Within A Foot Of My Head. So At Any Rate I Had Been 'under Fire.' That Was Something.

The English Know How To Make The Best Of Things. Their So-called Muddling Through Is Simply Skill At Dealing With The Inevitable.

I Must Place On Record My Regret That The Human Race Ever Learned To Fly.

A Nation That Forgets Its Past Has No Future.

I Have Not Become The Kings First Minister In Order To Preside Over The Liquidation Of The British Empire.