The life of nations no less than that of men is lived largely in the imagination.

No battle is worth fighting except the last one.

I will not surrender responsibility for my life and my actions.

'Helping industry' is the elephant pit of socialism, a deep hole with sharp spikes at the bottom, covered over with twigs and fresh grass.

In the end, the Labour party could cease to represent labour. Stranger historic ironies have happened than that.

Values exist in a transcendental realm, beyond space and time. They can neither be fought for, nor destroyed.

A little nonsense now and then is not a bad thing - where would we politicians be if we were not allowed to talk it sometimes.