Martyrdom, sir, is what these people like: it is the only way in which a man can become famous without ability.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

A medal glitters, but it also casts a shadow.

Woe betide the leaders now perched on their dizzy pinnacles of triumph if they cast away at the conference table what the soldiers had won on a hundred bloodsoaked battlefields.

I have always believed and I still believe that it is the Red Army that has torn the guts out of the filthy Nazis.

Deep down in our nonviolent creed is the conviction that there are some things so dear, some things so precious, some things so eternally true that they're worth dying for.