I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.
If Botticelli were alive today he'd be working for Vogue.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Corruption is nature's way of restoring our faith in democracy.
