All the big words -virtue, justice, truth, ...- are dwarfed by the greatness of kindness

I like to think of myself at home in the armchair, writing, smoking and occasionally wandering down the shop.

People sometimes accuse me of knowing a lot. "Stephen," they say, accusingly, "you know a lot." This is a bit like telling a person who has a few grains of sand clinging to him that he owns much sand. When you consider the vast amount of sand there is in the world such a person is, to all intents and purposes, sandless. We are all sandless. We are all ignorant. There are beaches and deserts and dunes of knowledge whose existance we have never even guessed at, let alone visited.

Glory never arrives through the front door. She sneaks in uninvited round the back or through an upstairs window while you are sleeping.

I believe in kindness and niceness and lots of spiritual things, but the real intellectual rigor and quest of logic is something that I'm afraid takes incredibly hard work and we live in an age in which hard work is if not actively deprecated or denigrated it is run away from or ignored.

Humanism inspires a lot of enthusiasm for everyday life and urges people to be better to one another, to work towards a better future and a common good. If I believed there was an afterlife I would have so much less motive for filling this life with every experience that is offered up to me.

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