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.
Charlie ChaplinI remain just one thing, and one thing only - and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.
Charlie ChaplinI went into the business for the money, and the art grew out of it. If people are disillusioned by that remark, I can't help it. It's the truth.
Charlie Chaplin