Chess Is One Long Regret.

The Great Man... Walks Across His Century And Leaves The Marks Of His Feet All Over It, Ripping Out The Dates On His Goloshes As He Passes.

In Point Of Morals, The Average Woman Is, Even For Business, Too Crooked.

A Sportsman Is A Man Who, Every Now And Then, Simply Has To Get Out And Kill Something.

Anybody Who Has Listened To Certain Kinds Of Music, Or Read Certain Kinds Of Poetry, Or Heard Certain Kinds Of Performances On The Concertina, Will Admit That Even Suicide Has Its Brighter Aspects.

Each Section Of The British Isles Has Its Own Way Of Laughing, Except Wales, Which Doesn't.