Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends. Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends. So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.

Curse ruthless time! Curse our mortality. How cruelly short is the allotted span for all we must cram into it!

To sit at one's table on a sunny morning, with four clear hours of uninterruptible security, plenty of nice white paper, and a Squeezer pen [laughter]-that is true happiness.

Unless the Rt. Hon. Gentleman changes his policy and methods...he will be as great a curse to this country in time of peace, as he was a squalid nuisance in time of war.

This is the first lesson to learn: be determined not to curse anything outside, not to lay the blame upon anyone outside, but stand up, lay the blame on yourself. You will find that is always true. Get hold of yourself.