Debating against him is no fun, say something insulting and he looks at you like a whipped dog.

Given a fair wind, we will negotiate our way into the Common Market, head held high, not crawling in. Negotiations? Yes. Unconditional acceptance of whatever terms are offered us? No.

If I had the choice between smoked salmon and tinned salmon, I'd have it tinned. With vinegar.

I'm an optimist, but I'm an optimist who takes his raincoat.

The labour party is like a stage-coach. If you rattle along at great speed everybody inside is too exhilarated or too seasick to cause any trouble. But if you stop everybody gets out and argues about where to go next.

With the ministry's motto 'Research on a Shoestring' emblazoned on his coat of arms, he has to struggle with a treasury more interested in surtax relief than national survival. [Responding to an earlier statement by British Science Minister, Lord Hailsham, that British scientists were being recruited by the U.S.]

The only limits of power are the bounds of belief.