Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

We plan, we toil, we suffer - in the hope of what? A camel-load of idol's eyes? The title deeds of Radio City? The empire of Asia? A trip to the moon? No, no, no, no. Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

In a matriarchy men should be encouraged to take it easy, for most women prefer live husbands to blocks of shares and seats on the board.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

To make the most of Christmas, focus on Christ.