A politician complaining about the media is like a sailor complaining about the sea.
If I cannot understand my friend's silence, I will never get to understand his words.
I have set and always will set my face like flint against making any difference between one citizen of this country and another on grounds of his origin.
You have to give the electorate a tune they can whistle.
In the end, the Labour party could cease to represent labour. Stranger historic ironies have happened than that.
Lift the curtain and 'the State' reveals itself as a little group of fallible men in Whitehall, making guesses about the future, influenced by political prejudices and partisan prejudices, and working on projections drawn from the past by a staff of economists.