"Chucking Spunky Tunes In Your Tellybox"

"I could best believe that love was some sort of rubbish thought up by the romantic geniuses who were now go…"

"A jealous wife is like a hornets’ nest in your mattress."

"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of Hell…"

"Was there no sword, nothing with which to batter down these walls, this protection, this begetting of child…"

"When we started out, there were the waverers and the fainthearts. The people who thought that Britain could…"

"Churches are becoming political organizations... It probably will not be long until the churches will divid…"