The private opposition he encountered in Downing Street, the hatred and contempt of some of his Liberal colleagues, was exceeded on the other side of politics only in the violent mind of Sir Edward Carson.

Even the gentle John Morley was troubled by his hot insistences.

"I had better go," he said to Mr.Lloyd George; "I am getting old: I have nothing now for you but criticism." To which the other replied, "Lord Morley, I would sooner have your criticism than the praise of any man living"-- a perfectly sincere remark, sincere, I mean, with the emotionalism of the moment.
His schemes were disordered and crude; nevertheless the spirit that informed them was like a new birth in the politics of the whole world.

A friend of mine told me that he had seen pictures of Mr.Lloyd George on the walls of peasants' houses in the remotest villages of Russia.
But those days have departed and taken with them the fire of Mr.Lloyd George's passion.

The laboured peroration about the hills of his ancestors, repeated to the point of the ridiculous, is all now left of that fervid period.