There ain't a lady livin' in the land / As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch!

Laugh! I thought I should 'ave died, / Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road.

We've been together now for forty years, An' it don't seem a day too much; There ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.

The French are true romantics. They feel the only difference between a man of forty and one of seventy is thirty years of experience.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternatives.