It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.
Be it ever so decadent, there's no place like home.
Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down ? That's not my department.
Well I wasn't really attacking the religious beliefs [in the song 'The Vatican Rag'], I was attacking the formality of the rituals of the Catholic church; however, people took it wrongly.
I wasn't really a performer by temperament.
In one word he told me the secret of success in mathematics: plagiarize; only be sure always to call it . . . research.