I built with my own hands ... a large swimming-pool which was filtered to limpidity and could be heated to supplement our fickle sunshine.

I never worry about action, but only inaction.

Fancy cutting down all those beautiful trees...to make pulp for those bloody newspapers, and calling it civilisation.

If you go on with this nuclear arms race, all you are going to do is make the rubble bounce.

If the past sits in judgment on the present, the future will be lost.

Nothing can save England if she will not save herself. If we lose faith in ourselves, in our capacity to guide and govern, if we lose our will to live, then indeed our story is told.

I only believe in statistics that I doctored myself