She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face

Lloyd George? There Is No Lloyd George. There Is A Marvellous Brain; But If You Were To Shut Him In A Room And Look Through The Keyhole There Would Be Nobody There.

He Couldn't See A Belt Without Hitting Below It.

From The Happy Expression On Their Faces You Might Have Supposed That They Welcomed The War. I Have Met With Men Who Loved Stamps, And Stones, And Snakes, But I Could Not Imagine Any Man Loving War.

She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice A Wedding Cake.

[on Spiritualism:] I Always Knew The Living Talked Rot, But It's Nothing To The Rot The Dead Talk.