I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

[The Government] go on in strange paradox, decided only to be undecided, resolved to be irresolute, adamant for drift, solid for fluidity, all-powerful to be impotent.

Dictators ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.

I have waited 50 years to see the boneless wonder sitting on the Treasury Bench.

Anyone can rat, but it takes a certain amount of ingenuity to re-rat.

The whole map of Europe has been changed … but as the deluge subsides and the waters fall short we see the dreary steeples of Fermanagh and Tyrone emerging once again.

It cannot in the opinion of His Majesty’s Government be classified as slavery in the extreme acceptance of the word without some risk of terminological inexactitude.