I can only go to places where I actually was and can remember. I can’t kill Hitler or shag Helen of Troy, unfortunately.

I’ve never bumped into a genuinely happy rich person.

Life’s a mixed bag, no matter who you are.

We’re all quite similar in the end. We all get old and tell the same tales too many times. But try and marry someone kind.

The real troubles in your life will always be things that never crossed your worried mind.