God Forgive Us-but Most Of Us Grew

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.

I'm A Communist By Day And A Catholic As Soon As It Gets Dark.

Critics Are Like Eunuchs In A Harem; They Know How It's Done, They've Seen It Done Every Day, But They're Unable To Do It Themselves.

One Drink Is To Many For Me And A Thousand Not Enough.

Every Cripple Has His Own Way Of Walking.