When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.

Philosophy is an odd thing. When we use the word in everyday speech, you know, you sometimes hear it hilariously.

A cousin of mine who was a casualty surgeon in Manhattan tells me that he and his colleagues had a one-word nickname for bikers: Donors. Rather chilling.

A real education takes place, not in the lecture hall or library, but in the rooms of friends, with earnest frolic and happy disputation.

I'm fat because I'm greedy, and if my mind is fat it's because I'm curious.

When you've seen a nude infant doing a backward somersault you know why clothing exists.

Cheat? Good heavens, this is an amateur cricket match amongst leading prep schools, I'm an Englishman and a schoolmaster supposedly setting an example to his young charges. We are playing the most artistic and beautiful game ever devised. Of course I'll cunting well cheat. Now, give me my robe and put on my crown. I have immortal longings in me.