As I kept having episodes of depression, I realized that it was not a one-off: that I had, well, not a disease, really - more an illness.

(On his gravestone): "I told you I was ill".

I had stopped going to church the moment I joined the Regiment. No more could my mother nag me into God's presence.

My Father had a profound influence on me. He was a lunatic.

My father was a soldier, which meant that he was a warrior, which meant that he was important. My mother rode a horse and sang in the Governor-General's band, so that made her important as well.

Money can't buy you happiness but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.