How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.

I've done the most awful rubbish in order to have somewhere to go in the morning.

When I played drunks I had to remain sober because I didn't know how to play them when I was drunk.

False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces but true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.

One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.

If you're going to make rubbish, be the best rubbish in it.