To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

The Fact Is That All Of Us Have Only One Personality, And We Wring It Out Like A Dishtowel. You Are What You Are.

A Farm Is An Irregular Patch Of Nettles Bounded By Short-term Notes, Containing A Fool And His Wife Who Didn't Know Enough To Stay In The City.

I Used To Pride Myself On Being Impervious To The Sentimentalities Of Soap Opera, But When That Loveliest Of Actresses, Rachel Gurney, Of Upstairs, Downstairs, Perished On The Titanic, I Wept So Convulsively And Developed Such Anorexia That I Had To Be Force-fed.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

English Life, While Very Pleasant, Is Rather Bland. I Expected Kindness And Gentility And I Found It, But There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Couth.