“Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.”

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine’s wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: ‘Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

And last of all comes death.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

For when we quaff the gen’rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

Ah, cruel ’tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Cursed be he above all others Who’s enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

I went to go see the Rolling Stones in the park, and they were awful: completely out of tune. Jagger wore a frock.

In golf, the player, coach and official are rolled into one, and they overlap completely.

Rock n’ roll sounded like music from another planet. The first time around, we had people like Elvis, Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis – all them people.

The Beatles are the classical music of rock n’ roll. And rock n’ roll is far more widespread than classical will ever be.

Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.

The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up.

Or people say, ‘Oh, man, you just roll out of bed and do that.’ The work is to make it look effortless. That’s the hard part.

The male is always the pawn in a romantic comedy. Come together, break up, go chase her, get her, roll credits. That’s what happens in all of them.