Certain Women Should Be Struck Regularly, Like

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat Like Caviar; Never Spread It About Like Marmalade.

Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.

Wouldn't It Be Dreadful To Live In A Country Where They Didn't Have Tea?

The Higher The Building The Lower The Morals.