I Do Here In The Most Solemn

All Political Lives, Unless They Are Cut Off In Midstream At A Happy Juncture, End In Failure, Because That Is The Nature Of Politics And Of Human Affairs.

The Happiest And Most Glorious Hours Of My Life With Books Have Been With German Books.

It Is Advertising That Enthrones The Customer As King. This Infuriates The Socialist...[it Is] The Crossing Of The Boundary Between West Berlin And East Berlin. It Is Checkpoint Charlie, Or Rather Checkpoint Douglas, The Transition From The World Of Choice And Freedom To The World Of Drab, Standard Uniformity.

When We Look At The Astonishing Material Achievements Of The West. We See These Things As The Result, Not Of Compulsion Or Government Action Or The Superior Wisdom Of A Few, But Of That System Of Competition And Free Enterprise, Rewarding Success And Penalising Failure, Which Enables Every Individual To Participate By His Private Decisions In Shaping The Future Of His Society.

We Must Be Mad, Literally Mad, As A Nation To Be Permitting The Annual Inflow Of Some 50,000 Dependents, Who Are For The Most Part The Material Of The Future Growth Of The Immigrant-descended Population. It Is Like Watching A Nation Busily Engaged In Heaping Up Its Own Funeral Pyre.