People who earn reasonable amounts are being turned into the anti-Christ. I think 45 per cent tax is a colossal amount to take off somebody, and it is taking away the incentive to earn.

The first rule of management is delegation. Don't try and do everything yourself because you can't.

Whether it's cushions you only use outside in the summer, or blankets that only come out in the winter, you've always got to think of where to store them.

If you are a housewife, take pride in that.

Rearranging furniture, adding some candles, or making even small tweaks can really make the difference.

Run a home like you would a small business and treat it with the same seriousness.

I grew up in a world before people had credit cards. There were no magic cards - it was all about budgeting.

A proper family diary with everyone's events and parties in it really helps organise the household.

It's cool to have a well run, comfortable and inviting home.

Of course, we all have to be taxed, but once you start to earn more than £150,000, and start paying 45 per cent tax, you are penalised. It is like a witch hunt.

Divorce is the biggest drain, outside of school fees, and nobody wins. People think it is always in the woman's favour, but it is not necessarily.

One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.

Fear not that thy life shall come to an end but rather that it shall never have a beginning.

Know thyself as the pride of His creation, the link uniting divinity and matter; behold a part of God Himself within thee; remember thine own dignity nor dare descend to evil or meanness.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

I ought never to act except in such a way that I could also will that my maxim should become a universal law.

Maybe if one person suffers anywhere in the world, we all have blood in our hands.

We ask for nothing that is not ours by right, and herein lies the great moral power of our demand.

Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower.Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn.

I don't have any interest in going out to clubs. I love people, and I love socializing, I just don't have any interest in being drunk.

In ancient Boeotia brides were carried home in vehicles whose wheels were burned at the door, in token, that they would never again be needed.