Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.

My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers.

There is no one so radical as a man-servant whose freedom of the champagne bin has been interfered with.

And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.

When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?

The whole notion of journalism being an institution whose fundamental purpose is to educate and inform and even, one might say, elevate, has altered under commercial pressure, perhaps, into a different kind of purpose, which is to divert and distract and entertain.