... The Most Insoluble Problems Are Those

The Lovely Thing About Being Forty Is That You Can Appreciate Twenty-five-year-old Men More.

Truly God Was Good, To Make Man So Blind.

When We Press The Thorn To Our Chest We Know, We Understand, And Still We Do It.

Perfection, In Anything, Is Unbearably Dull. Myself, I Prefer A Touch Of Imperfection.

The Labour Party Of Today Has Fits Of Horrors Of The Very Thought Of Somebody Like Me Might Saying That They Bought In White Australia. But I Believe They Did.