When A Man Or Woman Loves To

I Plodded Conscientiously Through The Twenty-six Letters, And The Only Malady I Could Conclude I Had Not Got Was Housemaid's Knee.

The Facts Of Life Are The Impossibilities Of Fiction.

I Often Arrive At Quite Sensible Ideas And Judgements, On The Spur Of The Moment. It Is When I Stop To Think That I Become Foolish.

The Odour Of Burgundy, And The Smell Of French Sauces, And The Sight Of Clean Napkins And Long Loaves, Knocked As A Very Welcome Visitor At The Door Of Our Inner Man.

It Is So Pleasant To Come Across People More Stupid Than Ourselves. We Love Them At Once For Being So.