[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing

If You Are Rich, You Have Lovely Cars, And Jars Full Of Flowers, And Books In Rows, And A Wireless, And The Best Sort Of Gramophone And Meringues For Supper.

Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But Death.

I Like A Bit Of Color Myself, I Must Say. At My Time Of Life, If You Wear Nothing But Black, People Might Think You Were Too Mean To Change Frocks Between Funerals.

I Advise Nobody To Drown Sorrow In Cocoa. It Is Bad For The Figure And It Does Not Alleviate The Sorrow.

We Are So Little, So Ignorant, So Feeble An Infant Race Crawling On A Planet Between Immensities We Haven't Even Begun To Understand, That Really We Have No Grounds For Either Congratulation Or Despair.