The gin and tonic has saved more Englishmen's lives, and minds, than all the doctors in the Empire.
I really hate those Internet freaks who take each thirty minute bundle of joy and turn it into a cult game of Where's Wally.
Footballers today are forced to conform to a bodily aesthetic that in its rigidity and uniformity makes fashion models look as varied as snowflakes. This wasn't always so. Up until the 1980s most teams in all divisions had a couple of fat ones, a couple of little ones, at least one bandy one, one completely covered in hair, two weaklings and a chap with no neck. This was an era when you didn't need names on the backs of shirts in order to tell who's who, you could clearly identify them with your eyes half shut from the other side of the pitch.
When Rioch came to Millwall we were depressed and miserable. He's done a brilliant job of turning it all around. Now we're miserable and depressed.
We dwell amid pinheaded weasels who know only timid, the generic and the abacus.
May we now all rise and sing the eternal school hymn: "Attack. Attack. Attack Attack Attack!"
To be extraordinarily happy and to have no concern for money drives some people nuts.
I'm not into the money thing. You can only sleep in one bed at a time. You can only eat one meal at a time, or be in one car at a time. So I don't have to have millions of dollars to be happy. All I need are clothes on my back, a decent meal, and a little loving when I feel like it. That's the bottom line.
Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation the source of strength is one's self. When one prays he goes to a source of strength greater than his own.
No matter how long the room has been dark, an hour or a million years, the moment the lamp of awareness is lit the entire room becomes luminous. You are that luminosity. You are that clear light.
If I am doing nothing, I like to be doing nothing to some purpose. That is what leisure means.