And What Do All The Great Words

. . . The Fellow's Got A Bee In His Bonnet. Thinks God's A Secretion Of The Liver--all Right Once In A Way, But There's No Need To Keep On About It. There's Nothing You Can't Prove If Your Outlook Is Only Sufficiently Limited.

A Human Being Must Have Occupation If He Or She Is Not To Become A Nuisance To The World.

Passion's A Good, Stupid Horse That Will Pull The Plough Six Days A Week If You Give Him The Run Of His Heels On Sundays. But Love's A Nervous, Awkward, Over-mastering Brute; If You Can't Rein Him, It's Best To Have No Truck With Him.

Do You Know How To Pick A Lock?" "not In The Least, I'm Afraid." "i Often Wonder What We Go To School For," Said Wimsey.

I Admit It Is Better Fun To Punt Than Be Punted, And That A Desire To Have All The Fun Is Nine-tenths Of The Law Of Chivalry.