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

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.

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.

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?

Things alter for the worse spontaneously, if they be not altered for the better designedly.

Where is this great love for rock and roll that existed for 50 or 60 years?

Did your great-grandfather have any children?

I think an analogue synth is an extension of the natural world.

Connection to the music and the history was very powerful to me. I think that's what I feel the most blessed about.

As with any relationship, the market favors those who give more value than they ask for.

I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.

Whatever happened to preparations A through G?

The great charm of fly-fishing is that we are always learning.

It's a funny time, but I'm sure in any time you live in, you'd consider it funny because life is change and it'll just keep doing that. It's a matter of embracing it or not.