Second Star To The Right And Straight

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

I've Sometimes Thought . . . That The Difference Between Us And The English Is That The Scotch Are Hard In All Other Respects But Soft With Women, And The English Are Hard With Women But Soft In All Other Respects.

I Suppose It's Like The Ticking Crocodile, Isn't It? Time Is Chasing After All Of Us.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.