Hating Anything In The Way Of Ill-natured

In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always Leave Room For The Mouse.

Hors D'oeuvres Have Always A Pathetic Interest For Me; They Remind Me Of One's Childhood That One Goes Through Wondering What The Next Course Is Going To Be Like - And During The Rest Of The Menu One Wishes One Had Eaten More Of The Hors D'oeuvres.

People Talk Vaguely About The Innocence Of A Little Child, But They Take Mighty Good Care Not To Let It Out Of Their Sight For Twenty Minutes.

The Revenge Of An Elder Sister May Be Long In Coming, But, Like A South-eastern Express, It Arrives In Its Own Good Time.

I Hate Posterity - It's So Fond Of Having The Last Word.