Zeal was once left to our socialist opponents; today it is hard to find a Tory who is not a zealot

In fact, the Tory party has, under Margaret, stopped being a party and become a movement, as dedicated to change as Labour itself once was. Manifestos have been written on tablets of stone. This sea change has put older Tories in some difficulty. We joined a party, not a movement, zeal was once left to our socialist opponents; today it is hard to find a Tory who is not a zealot.

J. Critchley, The Palace of Varieties (1989), 142

Hunting can't be justified ... yet they are all good things

in July 1997 he [Runciman] fell into conversation with James Lees-Milne on the subject of the recently elected New Labour administration: 'We  agreed that  hunting can't be justified, any more than hereditary peers, or for that matter religion - yet they are all good things.'

M. Dinshaw, Outlandish knight: the Byzantine life of Steven Runciman (2016), 416, footnote

The firmly Liberal Runcimans had entrusted the education of their children to one of the last seventeenth century Tories in Britain

Torby's [Runciman's governess] interests were academic though not dry, her instincts artistic but not fanciful. She treated her adopted Episcopalian religion in a spirit of hereditary romance; her politics, accordingly, were entirely traditional. The firmly Liberal Runcimans had entrusted the education of their children to one of the last seventeenth century Tories in Britain.

M. Dinshaw, Outlandish knight: the Byzantine life of Steven Runciman (2016), 4-5

It was the party of Empire, the King and the flag, and that was good enough for him

Powell was a man of almost obsessive passions, from Housman and Nietzsche to High Anglicanism and hunting. He was, in short, a nineteenth-century romantic, zealous and uncompromising, a man of causes. His decision to join the Conservative Party, for example, was based less on social and economic principles than on sheer romantic traditionalism. It was the party of Empire, the King and the flag, and that was good enough for him. 

D. Sandbrook, Never had it so good (2005), 85