One Policeman May Be A Friend, But

There Are, Fortunately, Very Few People Who Can Say That They Have Actually Attended A Murder.

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.

He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

Once Sex Rears Its Ugly 'ead It's Time To Steer Clear.

The Nicest People Fall In Love Indiscriminately ... While Under The Influence Of That Pre-eminently Selfish Lunacy They May Make The Most Outrageous Demands Upon Their Friends With No Other Excuse Than Their Painful Need.