Listening to a speech by [Neville] Chamberlain is like paying a visit to Woolworth's, everything in its place and nothing above sixpence.

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.

The Prime Minister has an absolute genius for putting flamboyant labels on empty luggage.

He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.

The Prime Minister wins debate after debate and loses battle after battle. The country is beginning to say that he fights debates like a war and the war like a debate.

Fascism is not in itself a new order of society. It is the future refusing to be born.

Poor fellow, he suffers from files.