I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.

Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

I'm over-educated in the things I shouldn't have known at all.

Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.

Here ends the story of a ship, but there will always be other ships, for we are an island race. Through all our centuries, the sea has ruled our destiny. There will always be other ships and men to sail in them. It is these men, in peace or war, to whom we owe so much. Above all victories, beyond all loss, in spite of changing values in a changing world, they give to us, their countrymen, eternal and indomitable pride.

I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.