Harold Wilson is a petty bourgeois and will remain so in spirit even if they make him a Viscount.

The unforgivable political sin is vanity, the killer diet is sour grapes.

They travel best in gangs, hanging around like clumps of bananas, thick skinned and yellow.

At various times in the next 20 or 30 years I think it reasonable to anticipate that I will be among the leadershp of the Labour Party, but as far as being leader, I can't see it happening, and I'm not particularly keen on it happening.

The enemy of idealism is zealotry.

Compassion is not a sloppy sentimental feeling for people who are underprivileged or sick... it is an absolutely practical belief that regardless of a person's background, ability or ability to pay, he should be provided with the best that society has to offer.

Resentment is an extremely bitter diet, I have no desire to make my own toxins.