What else has a journalist to do these days, after all, but report life's miseries?

I've got more than one string to my bow, and I thought I'd give this one a twang.

Give a man a car of his own and he leaves humility and common sense behind him in the garage.

When you're my age, you have the feeling sometimes that you're seeing the show come round again.

For all the flailing and huffing and puffing, there is a kind of fatality about the process of war-making and the excuses we find for it, the consolation of belligerence in politics.

I think I'm in the same mood as ever, but in some ways more mature. I guess you could say that, at 65, when you've seen the world shape up as I have, there are only two things you can do: laugh or kill yourself.

The fact that you can only do a little is no excuse for doing nothing.