Mother, May I Go And Maffick, Tear

He Spends His Life Explaining From His Pulpit That The Glory Of Christianity Consists In The Fact That Though It Is Not True It Has Been Found Necessary To Invent It.

Hors D'oeuvres Have Always A Pathetic Interest For Me; They Remind Me Of One's Childhood That One Goes Through Wondering What The Next Course Is Going To Be Like - And During The Rest Of The Menu One Wishes One Had Eaten More Of The Hors D'oeuvres.

I Hate Babies. They're So Human.

Once A Female, Always A Female. Nature Is Not Always Infallible But She Always Abides By Her Mistakes.

Whenever A Massacre Of Armenians Is Reported From Asia Minor, Every One Assumes That It Has Been Carried Out "under Orders" From Somewhere Or Another; No One Seems To Think That There Are People Who Might Like To Kill Their Neighbours Now And Then.