Sex for many has become a sorry business, a mechanical release involving neither discovery nor triumph, stressing human isolation more dishearte-ingly than ever before.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

We in the West do not refrain from childbirth because we are concerned about the population explosion or because we feel we cannot afford children, but because we do not like children.

English culture is basically homosexual in the sense that the men only really care about other men.

Australia is a huge rest home, where no unwelcome news is ever wafted on to the pages of the worst newspapers in the world.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

Two-up is Australia's very own way of parting a fool and his money.