When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.

That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.