“Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours.”

“You should always go to other people funerals, or they wont go to yours.”

“This way of leaving your family for work had condemned them over several generations to have their hearts always in other places, their minds thinking about people elsewhere; they could never be in a single existence at one time. How wonderful it was going to be to have things otherwise.”

“Does it matter?--losing your legs?...For people will always be kind,And you need not show that you mindWhen the others come in after footballTo gobble their muffins and eggs.Does it matter?--losing your sight?...There's such splendid work for the blind;And people will always be kind,As you sit on the terrace rememberingAnd turning your face to the light.Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?...You can drink and forget and be glad,And people won't say that you're mad;For they'll know that you've fought for your country,And no one will worry a bit.”

“I won't go into it any further, other than to say that year by year the world darkens down and things are always going away.”

“You've got to have pride in your home. You are where you're from. Otherwise, you're always going to be lost.”