It Is A Nuisance That Knowledge Can

We Have Long Passed The Victorian Era When Asterisks Were Followed After A Certain Interval By A Baby.

Only Mediocre People Are At The Best All The Time.

For My Part I Cannot Believe In A God Who Is Angry With Me Because I Do Not Believe In Him. I Cannot Believe In A God Who Is Less Tolerant Than I. I Cannot Believe In A God Who Has Neither Humour Nor Common Sense.

The Tragedy Of Love Is Indifference.

It Has Amazed Me That The Most Incongruous Traits Should Exist In The Same Person And, For All That, Yield A Plausible Harmony.