Now I'm really glad that I speak French, because, let's face it, girls dig it when a guy speaks French. They call it the language of love, and that ain't no coincidence. Plus, I love my French fans! Très jolie!

And what a noble medium the English language is. It is not possible to write a page without experiencing positive pleasure at the richness and variety, the flexibility and the profoundness of our mother-tongue.

The recognition of their language is precious to a small people.

The late M. Venizelos observed that in all her wars England-he should have said Britain, of course-always wins one battle-the last

The Battle of France is over. The Battle of Britain is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the future of Christian civilisation.

When I warned them that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their Prime Minister and his divided Cabinet, In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken. Some chicken! Some neck!