Blessed are the common people. God loves them; that is why he made millions of them.
If I look back I feel frightened, not happy, because my life is a bit of a mystery to me.
I do enjoy my own company. I cannot imagine anybody entertaining me more than I do. If it sounds selfish, I don't care. I made it a religion almost.
When somebody wants to work and believes in something, it doesn't matter if you're well known or rich or whatever it is.
I'm an old bag - I like old thing.
I'm loyal to my friends, but I have so few now. I force myself to see people when they're here. Or when I'm here. I don't live in England that much now in the sense that I spend time in factories. I'm such a factory man now. This is really what I enjoy doing.
That kind of woman who used to be there at the time is not here any longer. In 10 years, people disappear. But I fantasize still about those kinds of women, and that kind of life that doesn't really exist any longer.
The least a person can ask out of life is to be needed by someone.
When I was in top shape I'd go to the ring and show my conditioning.
You don't have to have one emotion at a time.
Militant homosexuals, pro-abortionists, occultists, New Agers, pornographers, radical feminists, atheists, paganists and a whole collection of angry anti-Christian groups are all coming out of their closets and onto the battlefield. Their common denominator is a hatred for Christianity and for any expression of traditional values.