Perhaps, After All, There Is Something In

Perhaps, After All, There Is Something In The Theory That Only The Ultra-busy Can Find Time For Everything.

I Don't Know Very Much But What I Do Know I Know Better Than Anybody, And I Don't Want To Argue About It…my Mind Is Not A Bed To Be Made And Re-made.

All I Want Is A Modest Place In Mr X's Good Reading, Miss Y's Good Writing, And That New Edition Of One Thousand Best Bits Of Recent Prose.

The Englishman Can Get Along With Sex Quite Perfectly So Long As He Can Pretend That It Isn't Sex But Something Else.

The English Instinctively Admire Any Man Who Has No Talent And Is Modest About It.