The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees.

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny.

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

I could’ve gone on and on but the truth was all that mattered. “My brother died because someone was jealous.

There is no crime of which I do not deem myself capable.

Change is vital, improvement the logical form of change.

A person may use his fundamental right to communicate whatever he likes, but the people like his point as per their personal choice only and not necessarily that which is always fundamentally right.

Sometimes one can be so closely involved with things that the larger context is lost to view.

What I need... is a strong drink and a peer group.

...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.

I have no control over what people call me. The only thing I have control over is my work, and that's really all I can be judged on.

If you're looking for monogamy, you'd better marry a swan.

Getting married, having children, and staying together long after all love has died, saying that it's for the good of the children (who are, apparently, deaf to the constant rows).