I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.

It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it’s goin’ on aboot!

Anyway, just because you're sworn enemies doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it?

Nanny's philosophy of life was to do what seemed like a good idea at the time, and do it as hard as possible. It had never let her down.

Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?

Any true wizard, faced with a sign like 'Do not open this door. Really. We mean it. We're not kidding. Opening this door will mean the end of the universe,' would automatically open the door in order to see what all the fuss is about. This made signs rather a waste of time, but at least it meant that when you handed what was left of the wizard to his grieving relatives you could say, as they grasped the jar, 'We told him not to."

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.