I Told You I Was Sick.

Never Return To A Doctor Whose Office Plants Have Died. After Five Days In Hospital, I Took A Turn For The Nurse.

To Harry Secombe: I Hope You Die First As I Don't Want You Singing At My Funeral.

I Told You I Was Sick.

Money Can't Buy You Happiness But It Does Bring You A More Pleasant Form Of Misery.

This Silent Call You Make, A Silence So Loud I Fear The World Knows It's Meaning If You Fill Every Corner Of A Room Where Can I Look? If I Close My Eyes The Silence Becomes Louder! There Is No Escape From You The Only Way Out Is In