A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

She Had Much In Common With Hitler, Only No Mustache.

Never Trust A Man With Short Legs. His Brains Are Too Near His Bottom.

Though The Fact That They Have To Be Rebuilt And Frequently Mortgaged To The Hilt Is Inclined To Take The Gilt Off The Gingerbread, And Certainly Damps The Fun Of The Eldest Son.

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.

You Ask My Advice About Acting? Speak Clearly, Don't Bump Into The Furniture And If You Must Have Motivation, Think Of Your Pay Packet On Friday.