So they [the Government] go on in strange paradox, decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.

If we attend continually and promptly to the little that we can do, we shall ere long be surprised to find how little remains that we cannot do.

Here is the answer which I will give to President Roosevelt... We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down. Give us the tools and we will finish the job.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

As soon as questions of will or decision or reason or choice of action arise, human science is at a loss.

The rich are the scum of the earth in every country.

All slang is a metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.