I know it's a very human thing to say 'Is there anything I can do', but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry.

His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.

Belief sloshes around in the firmament like lumps of clay spiralling into a potter's wheel. That's how gods get created, for example. They clearly must be created by their own believers, because a brief resume of the lives of most gods suggests that their origins certainly couldn't be divine. They tend to do exactly the things people would do if only they could, especially when it comes to nymphs, golden showers, and the smiting of your enemies.

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.

Ye know full well that the meaning of life is to find your gift. To find your gift is happiness. Never tae find it is misery.

Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.

Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive.