Mother, May I Go And Maffick, Tear

You Evidently Feel That Brevity Is The Soul Of Widowhood.

Why Are Women So Fond Of Raking Up The Past? They're As Bad As Tailors, Who Invariably Remember What You Owe Them For A Suit Long After You've Ceased To Wear It.

The Revenge Of An Elder Sister May Be Long In Coming, But, Like A South-eastern Express, It Arrives In Its Own Good Time.

There May Have Been Disillusionments In The Lives Of The Medieval Saints, But They Would Scarcely Have Been Better Pleased If They Could Have Foreseen That Their Names Would Be Associated Nowadays Chiefly With Racehorses And The Cheaper Clarets.

People May Say What They Like About The Decay Of Christianity The Religious System That Produced Green Chartreuse Can Never Really Die.