I know that the right kind of political leader for the Labour Party is a desiccated calculating machine.
He has the lucidity which is the by-product of a fundamentally sterile mind.
How can wealth persuade poverty to use its political freedom to keep wealth in power? Here lies the whole art of Conservative politics in the twentieth century.
Why should I question the monkey when I can question the organ grinder.
You call that statesmanship. I call it an emotional spasm.
No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.