No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned

As a young man, every bone in my body wanted to pick up a machine gun and kill Germans. And yet I had absolutely no reason to do so. Certainly nobody invited me to do the job. But that's what I felt that I was trained to do. Now no part of my upbringing was militaristic.

Although I was well past my teenage troubles, our music was specifically designed to lubricate the passage from adolescence to adulthood.

I only really started to go to plays and to be interested in drama 20 years ago when as an artist I was already well-rounded. I think I'm more disciplined today.

It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

We've got to fool the fools, and plan the plans. We must rule the rules, got to stand the stands.