I Hate Babies. They're So Human.

I Always Say Beauty Is Only Sin Deep.

To Be Clever In The Afternoon Argues That One Is Dining Nowhere In The Evening.

A Relative Of Mine ... Spends His Time Producing Improved Breeds Of Sheep And Pigs And Chickens. So Patronising And Irritating To Teh Almighty, I Should Think.

Children With Hyacinth's Temperament Don't Know Better As They Grow Older; They Merely Know More.

He Seems The Incarnation Of Everything Soft And Silky And Velvety, Without A Sharp Edge In His Composition, A Dreamer Whose Philosophy Is Sleep And Let Sleep.