I See Her As One Great Stampede

Acting Is Not A State Of Being ... But A State Of Appearing To Be.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun; The Japanese Don't Care To, The Chinese Wouldn't Dare To; Hindus And Argentines Sleep Firmly From Twelve To One, But Englishmen Detest A Siesta.

Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

It's No Good Pacing Up And Down. It Won't Make The Plane Arrive Any Faster. Just Sit Down And Accept That We're Delayed. You're Just Making A Fool Of Yourself.