If you want to change the way your banking system is regulated, if you want to learn the mistakes of what's gone wrong, then you have to change your government.

Printing money is the last resort of desperate governments when all other policies have failed.

Well look, no one takes pleasure from people making money out of the misery of others, but that is a function of capitalist markets.

Tax cuts should be for life, not just for Christmas.

I think the British people have a strong sense of what is fair.

A generous basic state pension is the least a civilized society should offer those who have worked hard and saved through their whole lives.

We will also target tax evasion and off-shore tax havens... Everyone must pay their share.

Just as we should never balance the budget on the backs of the poor, so it is an economic delusion to think you can balance it only on the wallets of the rich.

Let's also teach people about pensions and savings, insurance and the like. But if they aren't already familiar with numbers that won't be as effective as it might be.

I did meet Mickey Mouse in California, and he seems to be writing the Labour party's economic policy at the moment.

What makes people angry and we are on the side of hard-working people who want to get on in life and they see how government is wasting their money.

For your life to have meaning is to discover what you are meant to fulfill.

Until you break through the walls of fear, you will not be able to reach the door of opportunity.

Unfortunately, the most significant moments of our lives are often unpleasant.

Where Attention Goes, Energy Flows

Obama has been attacked repeatedly for not wearing a flag pin, with Republicans claiming that his patriotism is in question. It's all a bit silly.

A meek fellow ... is a real godsend in any gang.

You are a physical extension of pure positive energy. Therefore, there is nothing more important than that you feel good.

Are you looking for the Holy One? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.

I came to carry out the struggle, not to kill people.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.