She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face

He's Very Clever, But Sometimes His Brains Go To His Head.

My Father's Nature Turned Out No Waste Product; He Had None Of That Useless Stuff In Him That Lies In Heaps Near Factories. He Took His Own Happiness With Him.

She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face Till She Looks Like A Bled Pig.

From The Happy Expression On Their Faces You Might Have Supposed That They Welcomed The War. I Have Met With Men Who Loved Stamps, And Stones, And Snakes, But I Could Not Imagine Any Man Loving War.

[to Her Host Upon Leaving A Party:] Don't Think It Hasn't Been Charming, Because It Hasn't.