… I doubt whether anyone feels greater sorrow or pain than those who are responsible for the general conduct of our affairs.

When I was at Teheran, I realized for the first time what a very small country this is. On one hand the big Russian bear with its paws outstretched – on the other the great American Elephant – & between them the poor little English donkey – who is the only one that knows the right way home.

Bolshevism is not a policy; it is a disease. It is not a creed; it is a pestilence.

Quit murdering and start arguing.

This fulfils my ambition. I still have my father’s robe as Chancellor. I shall be proud to serve you in this splendid office.

No Socialist Government conducting the entire life and industry of the country could afford to allow free, sharp, or violently worded expressions of public discontent. They would have to fall back on some form of Gestapo, no doubt very humanely directed in the first instance.

Few people practice what they preach, and no one less so than Mr Bernard Shaw ... He is at once an acquisitive capitalist and a sincere Communist.

Unduly stocked with peppery, pugnacious, proud politicians and theologians.

There is nothing that gives greater pleasure to a speaker than seeing his great points go home. It is like the bullet that strikes the body of the victim.