John Gay

An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.

Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.

She who has never loved has never lived.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.