Every Saint Has A Bee In His

Readers Of Novels Are A Strange Folk, Upon Whose Probable Or Even Possible Tastes No Wise Book-maker Would Ever Venture To Bet.

The Trouble With Marriage Is That, While Every Woman Is At Heart A Mother, Every Man Is At Heart A Bachelor.

What Kind Of Life A Dog . . . Acquires. I Have Sometimes Tried To Imagine By Kneeling Or Lying Full Length On The Ground And Looking Up. The World Then Becomes Strangely Incomplete; One Sees Little But Legs.

Nothing Is So Boring As Having To Keep Up A Deception.

Aig [f.-m. Sir Douglas Haig] 'e Don't Say Much; 'e Don't, So To Say, Say Nothin'; But What 'e Don't Say Don't Mean Nothin', Not 'arf. But When 'e Do Say Something--my Gawd!