I don't care tuppence whether I'm forced into a leadership position or not. I'd much sooner not.

This going into Europe will not turn out to be the thrilling mutual exchange supposed. It is more like nine middle-aged couples with failing marriages meeting in a darkened bedroom in a Brussels hotel for a group grope.

The missiles come first, and the justifications come second.

We must not look at the past with the enormous condescension of posterity.

The talk about balance, nuclear balance, seems to me to be metaphysical and doesn't seem to be real at all.

I have become a prisoner of the peace movement. But you can't say that the termination is coming and then say that you are going back to your own garden to dig.

I will hear no talk that there are no intermediate-range weapons on the NATO side.