If This Is A Blessing, It Is

Things Don't Happen To Me. I Happen To Things!

The Essence And Foundation Of House Of Commons Debating Is Formal Conversation. The Set Speech, The Harangue Addressed To Constituents, Or To The Wider Public Out Of Doors, Has Never Succeeded Much In Our Small Wisely-built Chamber. To Do Any Good You Have Got To Get Down To Grips With The Subject And In Human Touch With The Audience.

The Latest Refinements Of Science Are Linked With The Cruelties Of The Stone Age.

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.

I Would Say To The House, As I Said To Those Who Have Joined This Government: I Have Nothing To Offer But Blood, Toil, Tears And Sweat.