Love Is Like The Measles; We All

It Is A Curious Fact, But Nobody Ever Is Sea-sick - On Land. At Sea, You Come Across Plenty Of People Very Bad Indeed, Whole Boat-loads Of Them; But I Never Met A Man Yet, On Land, Who Had Ever Known At All What It Was To Be Sea-sick. Where The Thousands Upon Thousands Of Bad Sailors That Swarm In Every Ship Hide Themselves When They Are On Land Is A Mystery.

We Want Everything. All The Happiness That Earth And Heaven Are Capable Of Bestowing. Creature Comforts, And Heart And Soul Comforts Also; And, Proud-spirited Beings That We Are, We Will Not Be Put Off With A Part. Give Us Only Everything, And We Will Be Content. And, After All, Cinderella, You Have Had Your Day. Some Little Dogs Never Get Theirs. You Must Not Be Greedy. You Have Known Happiness. The Palace Was Paradise For Those Few Months, And The Prince's Arms Were About You, Cinderella, The Prince's Kisses On Your Lips; The Gods Themselves Cannot Take That From You.

I Respect The Truth Too Much To Drag It Out On Every Occasion.

I Can't Sit Still And See Another Man Slaving And Working. I Want To Get Up And Superintend, And Walk Round With My Hands In My Pockets, And Tell Him What To Do. It Is My Energetic Nature. I Can't Help It.

I Saw A Great Newfoundland Dog The Other Day Sitting In Front Of A Mirror At The Entrance To A Shop In Regent's Circus, And Examining Himself With An Amount Of Smug Satisfaction That I Have Never Seen Equaled Elsewhere Outside A Vestry Meeting.