Christmas... is not an external event at all but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
Our hope and it's a sad hope is that... well I mean we need a tip. That's...