I Hate Putting Up Taxes.

I Sum Up The Prospects For 1967 In Three Short Sentences. We Are Back On Course. The Ship Is Picking Up Speed. The Economy Is Moving. Every Seaman Knows The Command At Such A Moment: 'steady As She Goes'.

You Never Reach The Promised Land. You Can March Towards It

The Surtax Payers, Having Been Soaked, Have Found A Way To Get Out Of The Rain.

I Am Rather In Favour Of Dealing With Teenage Hooliganism.

I Have Not The Slightest Doubt That The Economic Measures And The Socialist Measures Which One Will Find In Countries Of Eastern Europe, Will Become Increasingly Powerful Against The Uncoordinated, Planless Society In Which The West Is Living At Present.