I've never been one to say that Britain was joining a happy band of brothers.

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'.

If the law is a bad law, there is always the contingent right to take action that you would not otherwise take.

There is not a single injustice in Northern Ireland that is worth the loss of a single British soldier or a single Irish citizen either.

Your strike will not win. You cannot be allowed to succeed.

I wish to tell you, my Indian brothers, that the 500-year indigenous and popular campaign of resistance has not been in vain.