There Is Always Time For Failure

I Refuse To Spend My Life Worrying About What I Eat. There Is No Pleasure Worth Foregoing Just For An Extra Three Years In The Geriatric Ward.

Dying Is A Matter Of Slapstick And Pratfalls. The Ageing Process Is Not Gradual Or Gentle. It Rushes Up, Pushes You Over And Runs Off Laughing. No One Should Grow Old Who Isn't Ready To Appear Ridiculous.

No Power On Earth, However, Can Abolish The Merciless Class Distinction Between Those Who Are Physically Desirable And The Lonely, Pallid, Spotted, Silent, Unfancied Majority.

Rumpole, You Must Move With The Times." "if I Don't Like The Way The Times Are Moving, I Shall Refuse To Accompany Them.

The Old Middle-class Prerogative Of Being Permanently In A Most Filthy Temper.