This siren, this goat-footed bard, this half human visitor to our age the hag-ridden and enchanted woods of Celtic antiquity. One catches in his company that flavour of final purposelessness, inner responsibility, existence outside or away from our Saxon good and evil, mixed with cunning, remorselessness, love of power.

The expected never happens; it is the unexpected always.

I am sure that the power of vested interests is vastly exaggerated compared with the gradual encroachment of ideas.

Most men love money and security more, and creation and construction less, as they get older.

It is ideas, not vested interests, which are dangerous for good or evil.

To suppose that safety-first consists in having a small gamble in a large number of different companies where I have no information to reach a good judgment, as compared with a substantial stake in a company where one's information is adequate, strikes me as a travesty of investment policy.

It is investment, i.e. the increased production of material wealth in the shape of capital goods, which alone increases national wealth.