The First Duty Of A

A Little Mouse Of Thought Appears In The Room, And Even The Mightiest Potentates Are Thrown Into Panic. They Make Frantic Efforts To Bar Our Thoughts And Words; They Are Afraid Of The Workings Of The Human Mind.

The English Never Draw A Line Without Blurring It.

Nothing Is More Dangerous In Wartime Than To Live In The Temperamental Atmosphere Of A Gallup Poll, Always Feeling Ones Pulse And Taking Ones Temperature. I See That A Speaker At The Week-end Said That This Was A Time When Leaders Should Keep Their Ears To The Ground. All I Can Say Is That The British Nation Will Find It Very Hard To Look Up To Leaders Who Are Detected In That Somewhat Ungainly Posture.

With The End Of The Victorian Era, We Passed Into What I Feel I Must Call The Terrible 20th Century

We Are Really Doing Our Very Best. There Are No Doubt Many Mistakes And Shortcomings. A Lot Of Things Are Done None Too Well. Some Things That Ought To Be Done Have Not Yet Been Done...[but Britain's Effort Has] Justly Commanded The Wonder And Admiration Of Every Friendly Nation In The World.