The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can see the great everlasting things which matter for a nation - the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, and clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.

Lucidity of speech is unquestionably one of the surest tests of mental precision...In my experience a confused talker is never a clear thinker.

Once blood is shed in a national quarrel reason and right are swept aside by the rage of angry men.

If the people really knew [the truth] the war would be stopped tomorrow. But of course they don't know and can't know.

What is our task? To make Britain a fit country for heroes to live in.

What do you want to be a sailor for? There are greater storms in politics than you will ever find at sea. Piracy, broadsides, blood on the decks. You will find them all in politics.