When I went to America I had two secretaries, one for autographs, one for locks of hair. Within six months the one had died of writer's cramp, the other was completely bald.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.

We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

Duty is what one expects from others.

So lets knock a couple back and make some noise