I have fits of melancholia when I watch the news, but we all do, don't we?

Leave three Englishmen in a room and they will invent a rule that prevents a fourth joining them.

One of the great injustices in fiction is that on the whole people with romantic yearnings have romantic faces. But in real life it's not always like that.

If you are lucky, you have your moment. But it is never more than a moment. You have to enjoy it while it lasts.

I just don't believe in generalisations.

You never know people, do you? You can work with 'em for twenty years; you don't know 'em at all.

I have fits of melancholia when I watch the news, but we all do, don't we?