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

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

How foolish to think that one can ever slam the door in the face of age. Much wiser to be polite and gracious and ask him to lunch in advance.

There's always something fishy about the French.

It's no good pacing up and down. It won't make the plane arrive any faster. Just sit down and accept that we're delayed. You're just making a fool of yourself.

The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.

There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds travelling through the sky, And it's no good whining, About a silver lining, For we know from experience they won't roll by...