Irritable Judges suffer from a bad case of premature adjudication.

On the three pigs he and his wife own: "We acquired the pigs last year. My wife was born on a pig farm and has always been very fond of pigs. Of course, they are for eating, which is why they are named Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. You wouldn’t want to eat Rufus, Marcus and Esmeralda.

No power on earth, however, can abolish the merciless class distinction between those who are physically desirable and the lonely, pallid, spotted, silent, unfancied majority.

We don't know much about the human conscience, except that it is soluble in alcohol.

The old middle-class prerogative of being permanently in a most filthy temper.

Rumpole, you must move with the times." "If I don't like the way the times are moving, I shall refuse to accompany them.

What obsesses a writer starting out on a lifetime's work is the panic-stricken search for a voice of his own.