Success Always Demands A Greater Effort.

I Drink And Smoke And I Am Two Hundred Percent Fit.

I Could Not Help Reflecting That The Bullet Which Had Struck The Chestnut [horse] Had Certainly Passed Within A Foot Of My Head. So At Any Rate I Had Been 'under Fire.' That Was Something.

I Am Convinced That There Is No Smarter, Handier, Or More Adaptable Body Of Troops In The World.

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.'

Writing ... It Begins As An Amusement, Then It Becomes A Mistress, Then A Master, And Finally A Tyrant.