She Stopped The Show - But Then

At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And No Further Work Is Donebut Mad Dogs And Englishmen, Go Out In The Midday Sun.

My Philosophy Is As Simple As Ever - Smoking, Drinking, Moderate Sexual Intercourse On A Diminishing Scale, Reading And Writing (not Arithmetic). I Have A Selfish Absorption In The Well-being And Achievement Of Noel Coward.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.

The Stately Homes Of England, How Beautiful They Stand, To Prove The Upper Classes, Have Still The Upper Hand.

Wit Is Like Caviar - It Should Be Served In Small Portions And Not Spread About Like Marmalade.