There Is Undoubtedly Something Irritating About The

To Subdue One's Self To One's Own Ends Might Be Dangerous, But To Subdue One's Self To Other People's Ends Was Dust And Ashes. Yet There Were Those, Still More Unhappy, Who Envied Even The Ashy Saltness Of Those Dead Sea Apples.

Birth Is Beastly - And Death - And Digestion, If It Comes To That. Sometimes When I Think Of What's Happening Inside Me To A Beautiful Suprème De Sole, With The Caviare In Boats, And The Croûtons And The Jolly Little Twists Of Potato And All The Gadgets - I Could Cry. But There It Is, Don't You Know.

The Great Advantage About Telling The Truth Is That Nobody Ever Believes It.

If You Want Your Own Way, God Will Let You Have It. Hell Is The Enjoyment Of One's Own Way Forever.

You Can Give It A Long Name If You Like, But I'm An Old-fashioned Woman And I Call It Mother-wit, And It's So Rare For A Man To Have It That If He Does You Write A Book About Him And Call Him Sherlock Holmes.