Her mother was a cultivated woman - she was born in a greenhouse

I told you I was ill. (On his headstone)

I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.

I have got so low that I have asked to be hospitalized and for deep narcosis (sleep). I cannot stand being awake. The pain is too much... Something has happened to me, this vital spark has stopped burning - I go to a dinner table now and I don't say a word, just sit there like a dodo. Normally I am the centre of attention, keeps the conversation going, - so that is depressing in itself. It's like another person taking over, very strange. The most important thing I say is 'good evening' and then I go quiet.

Any man can be 62, but it takes a bus to be 62A.

Aristocrats have heirs; the poor have children; the rest keep dogs.

All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.