I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.

You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.

Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

Say what you will, there is something fine about our old aristocracy. I'll bet Trotsky couldn't hit a moving secretary with an egg on a dark night.

In his normal state he would not strike a lamb. I’ve known him to do it’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Not strike lambs