The Cook Was A Good Cook, As

His Socks Compelled One's Attention Without Losing One's Respect.

I Hate Babies. They're So Human.

I Love Americans, But Not When They Try To Talk French. What A Blessing It Is That They Never Try To Talk English.

There May Have Been Disillusionments In The Lives Of The Medieval Saints, But They Would Scarcely Have Been Better Pleased If They Could Have Foreseen That Their Names Would Be Associated Nowadays Chiefly With Racehorses And The Cheaper Clarets.

Her Frocks Are Built In Paris, But She Wears Them With A Strong English Accent.