Anti-Semitism is extremely common.

Everyone writes in Tolstoy's shadow, whether one feels oneself to be Tolstoyan or not.

My kind publishers, Toby Mundy and Margaret Stead of Atlantic Books, have commissioned me to write the life of Queen Victoria.

We tell ourselves that God is dead, when what we mean is that God is Dad, and we wish him dead.

The fact that logic cannot satisfy us awakens an almost insatiable hunger for the irrational.

I was once naïve enough to ask the late Duke of Devonshire why he liked the town of Eastbourne. He replied with a self-deprecating shrug that one of the things he liked was that he owned it.

As Hitler himself later enunciated, it matters not how idiotic the creed, what matters is the firmness with which it is enunciated.