Winston Churchill

Opening amenities are often opening inanities.

If I was your wife Sir, I’d poison you! Madam, if you were my wife, I’d let you!

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

You can always count on Americans to do the right thing – after they’ve tried everything else.

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.

Sure I am of this, that you have only to endure to conquer. You have only to persevere to save yourselves.

To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs.

Oh man! There is no planet sun or star could hold you, if you but knew what you are.

Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely. ‘Tis pedantry to estimate nations by the census, or by square miles of land, or other than by their importance to the mind of the time.

When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.

Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.

If thou art clean and warm, it is sufficient; for more doth but rob the Poor, and please the Wanton.

In the end, people will judge you anyway, so don’t live our life impressing other – live your life impressing yourself.

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

I desire to gain your Love and Friendship by a kind, Just and Peaceful Life.

Always play like an underdog.

He took off his hat and shook it (having hurried home as though his own coronation were waiting), and moved now with the slow deliberation of lonely people who have time for every meager requirement of their lives.

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer –committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

Already know you that which you need.

A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.