My darling Clemmie,

In your letter from Madras you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love.... What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and companionship no phrases can convey.

Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous¹ to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and to millions tragic² and terrible years?

Your loving husband

(Winston Churchill)