Because, Let's Face It, I Do Not

Taste Every Fruit Of Every Tree In The Garden At Least Once. It Is An Insult To Creation Not To Experience It Fully. Temperance Is Wickedness.

In A Dung Heap, Even A Plastic Bead Can Gleam Like A Sapphire.

I Get An Urge, Like A Pregnant Elephant, To Go Away And Give Birth To A Book.

At John Schlesinger's Funeral At A Synagogue In St John's Wood Some Years Ago The Person I Stood Next To Said To Me Encouragingly, 'come On, Stephen - You're Not Singing. Have A Go!' 'believe Me, Paul, You Don't Want Me To,' I Said. Besides, I Was Having A Much Better Time Listening To Him. 'no. Go On!' So I Joined In The Chorus. 'you're Right,' Paul Mccartney Conceded. 'you Can't Sing.

All The Big Words -virtue, Justice, Truth, ...- Are Dwarfed By The Greatness Of Kindness