Mac had many admirable qualities, but not tact. He was the sort of man who would have tried to cheer Napoleon up by talking about the Winter Sports at Moscow.

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.

There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

I always advise people never to give advice.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

Great minds think alike, but lovers think as one.

What I am is how I came out. No one's perfect and you just have to accept your flaws and learn to love yourself.

I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.

They (the Rothschilds) have never dreamed of being ashamed of their wealth nor of disguising their way of life, no more than they have ever failed to assume their roles and responsibilities as Jews.

[Donald Trump] thinks in tiny little bursts - the way he tweets.

Candide is one of those books I read when I was young and that I come back to regularly.

I am not called to be successful, I am called to be faithful.

I play Irish popular music, yeah? Calling it folk is like putting it in a box. It's a living tradition, you know?

. . . . spending more time with my fly firmly attached to the branches of trees and almost none of it attached to the lips of a trout.