Quebec from the boat looked like the ramparts where Hamlet's ghost might have walked.
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 ChaplinDuring 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 Chaplin