Certain Women Should Be Struck Regularly, Like

Star Quality: I Don't Know What It Is, But I've Got It.

My Body Has Certainly Wandered A Good Deal, But I Have An Uneasy Suspicion That My Mind Has Not Wandered Enough.

You Always Ought To Have Tom Cats Arranged, You Know - It Makes 'em More Companionable.

The Pleasures That Once Were Heaven Look Silly At Sixty-seven.

Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.