I let the argument rip healthily between the departments. This is a very good way to finding out the truth.
Let us reconcile ourselves to the mysterious rhythm of our destinies, such as they must be in this world of space and time.
The is always much to be said for not attempting more than you can do and for making a certainty of what you try. But this principle, like others in life and war, has it exceptions.
Never does a man portray his character more vividly than when proclaiming the character of another.
“Everybody has always underrated the Russians. They keep their own secrets alike from foe and friends.”
“I feel also that their word is their bond. I know of no Government which stands to its obligations, even in its own despite, more solidly than the Russian Soviet Government.”
Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.
The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.
There are few virtues that the Poles do not possess – and there are few mistakes they have ever avoided.
From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.
“You can always count on the Americans to do the right thing, after they have exhausted all the other possibilities.”
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
with one of the last bombs of the last serious raid, our House of Commons was destroyed by the violence of the enemy, and we have now to consider whether we should build it up again, and how, and when.
“The United States invariably does the right thing, after having exhausted every other alternative.”
I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped inside a mystery inside an enigma
In the days to come the British and American peoples will for their own safety and for the good of all walk together side by side in majesty, injustice and in peace.
Do not let us speak of darker days; let us rather speak of sterner days. These are not dark days, these are great days – the greatest days that our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race
I would say to the House… ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat’… Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: ‘Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valour, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be.
Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years men will still say, ‘This was their finest hour’.
Far be it from me to paint a rosy picture of the future. Indeed, I do not think we should be justified in using any but the most sombre tones and colours while our people, our Empire and indeed the whole Englishspeaking world are passing through a dark and deadly valley. But I should be failing in my duty if, on the other wise, I were not to convey the true impression, that a great nation is getting into its war stride.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight on the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
The mood of Britain is wisely and rightly averse from every form of shallow or premature exultation. This is no time for boasts or glowing prophecies, but there is this – a year ago our position looked forlorn, and well nigh desperate, to all eyes but our own. Today we may say aloud before an awestruck world, ‘We are still masters of our fate. We still are captain of our souls.
The inherent blessing of socialism is the equal sharing of misery.
Socialism would gather all power to the supreme party and party leaders, rising like stately pinnacles above their vast bureaucracies of civil servants no longer servants, no longer civil.
The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.
The main vice of capitalism is the uneven distribution of prosperity. The main vice of socialism is the even distribution of misery.
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.