I Hate Putting Up Taxes.

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.

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

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.

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