It is a defect of God's humour that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them.

I'd push the lot of you over a cliff myself. Except the one in the wheelchair, I think I'd lose the sympathy vote before people had time to think it through.

It's the wanting to know that makes us matter.

Oh, you're going to zap me with penicillin and pesticides. Spare me that and I'll spare you the bomb and aerosols. But don't confuse progress with perfectibili…

'God,' the saying might also read, 'must hate the common people because he made them so common.'

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before it always leads me here, Leads me to your door.

No lover in any language, and certainly no poet, has confessed to missing the mark more often than Dafydd ap Gwilym. Uncooperative husbands, quick-triggered al…