There'll come a time when all of us must leave here, then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you. As nothing in this life that I've been trying could equal or surpass the art of dying. Do you believe me?

All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.

After all we did for Britain, selling that corduroy and making it swing, all we got was a bit of tin on a piece of leather.

Different ideas had been talked about, that we could do the background music or even write a new song or something, but this became the perfect vehicle because…

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

That God of the clergymen, He is for me as dead as a doornail. But am I an atheist for all that? The clergymen consider me as such - be it so; but I love, and …

Whether I was in my body or out of my body I know not. God knows it!