How small an selfish is sorrow. But it bangs one about until one is senseless. (letter to Edith Sitwell, shortly after the death of George VI)

These wretched babies don't come until they are ready.

The children will not leave unless I do. I shall not leave unless their father does, and the King will not leave the country in any circumstances whatever.

Cowards falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare.

I'm glad we've been bombed. It makes me feel I can look the East End in the face.

Your work is the rent you pay for the room you occupy on earth.