Never Believe A Rumour Until You Hear

The Worst Fault Of The Working Classes Is Telling Their Children They're Not Going To Succeed, Saying: There Is Life, But It's Not For You.

Dying Is A Matter Of Slapstick And Pratfalls. The Ageing Process Is Not Gradual Or Gentle. It Rushes Up, Pushes You Over And Runs Off Laughing. No One Should Grow Old Who Isn't Ready To Appear Ridiculous.

I Had Inherited What My Father Called The Art Of The Advocate, Or The Irritating Habit Of Looking For The Flaw In Any Argument.

The Old Middle-class Prerogative Of Being Permanently In A Most Filthy Temper.

We Don't Know Much About The Human Conscience, Except That It Is Soluble In Alcohol.