Dictatorship Is Like A Giant Beech-tree -

I Think It Is Well . . . For The Man In The Street To Realise There Is No Power On Earth That Can Protect Him From Bombing, Whatever People May Tell Him. The Bomber Will Always Get Through. The Only Defence Is In Offence, Which Means That You Have To Kill More Women And Children More Quickly Than The Enemy If You Want To Save Yourselves.

Once I Leave, I Leave. I Am Not Going To Speak To The Man On The Bridge, And I Am Not Going To Spit On The Deck.

"magna Carta Is The Law: Let The King Look Out." So It Has Always Been With Tyrants Among Our Own People: When The King Was Tyrant, Let Him Look Out. And It Has Always Been The Same, And Will Be The Same, Whether The Tyrant Be The Barons, Whether The Tyrant Be The Church, Whether He Be Demagogue Or Dictator - Let Them Look Out.

Whether We Like It Or Not We Are Consideably Bound To Europe.

I Am Not Struck So Much By The Diversity Of Testimony As By The Many-sidedness Of Truth.