The life of nations no less than that of men is lived largely in the imagination.
The enemies of advertising are the enemies of freedom.
People are disposed to mistake predicting troubles for causing troubles and even for desiring troubles.
We must be mad, literally mad, as a nation to be permitting the annual inflow of some 50,000 dependents, who are for the most part the material of the future growth of the immigrant-descended population. It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.
History is littered with the wars which everybody knew would never happen.
In the end, the Labour party could cease to represent labour. Stranger historic ironies have happened than that.