Plans are worthless. Planning is priceless.
If you put two economists xin a room, you get two opinions, unless one of them is Lord Keynes, in which case you get three opinions.
We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.
The latest refinements of science are linked with the cruelties of the Stone Age.
I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
The day may dawn when fair play, love for one's fellow men, respect for justice and freedom, will enable tormented generations to march forth serene and triumphant from the hideous epoch in which we have to dwell. Meanwhile, never flinch, never weary, never despair.