My Small Boat

Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.

Friends are a group of people who share a mutual inability to take each other seriously.

Said of Herbert Morrison: “…he is his own worst enemy” to which Ernest Bevin immediately interjected “Not while I’m alive, he ain’t.”

A secret needs two faces to bounce between; a secret needs to see itself in another pair of eyes.

In Flanders Field
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our [...]

The kind of conversation I like is one in which you are prepared to emerge a slightly different person.