I Hate The Sight Of Blood, But

Nothing Is More Important Than The Moving Image; Except For My Cup Of Coffee In The Morning.

I Don't Believe That The Public Knows What It Wants; This Is The Conclusion That I Have Drawn From My Career.

Laughter Is The Tonic, The Relief, The Surcease For Pain.

A Tramp, A Gentleman, A Poet, A Dreamer, A Lonely Fellow, Always Hopeful Of Romance And Adventure.

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.