“Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

Self praise is no praise at all.

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Every dog is allowed one bite, but a different view is taken of a dog that goes on biting all the time. He may not get his licence returned when it falls due.

All things are in the Universe, and the universe is in all things: we in it, and it in us; in this way everything concurs in a perfect unity.

Are we savages or what?

If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

Is it ‘a drag’ that passions don’t come to us all at once, as epiphanies, without the need to actively develop them?