I've Sometimes Thought Of Marrying

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

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.

I'll Go And See Anything So Long As It Amuses Me, Or Moves Me. If It Doesn't Do Either I Want To Go Home.

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun; The Japanese Don't Care To, The Chinese Wouldn't Dare To; Hindus And Argentines Sleep Firmly From Twelve To One, But Englishmen Detest A Siesta.

Marriage Is The Aftermath Of Love.