He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing

There Are Women Who Are For All Your 'times Of Life.' They're The Most Wonderful Sort.

England Always Seems To Me Like A Man Swimming With His Clothes On His Head.

She Feels In Italics And Thinks In Capitals.

The Time-honored Bread-sauce Of The Happy Ending.

I Don't Care About Anything But You, And That's Enough For The Present. I Want You To Be Happy--not To Think Of Anything Sad; Only To Feel That I'm Near You And I Love You. Why Should There Be Pain? In Such Hours As This What Have We To Do With Pain? That's Not The Deepest Thing; There's Something Deeper.