Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention

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.

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

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.

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