How Was Your Flight? Well,

But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong People Travel, When The Right People Stay At Home?

I Don't Believe In Astrology. The Only Stars I Can Blame For My Failures Are Those That Walk About The Stage.

A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

Though The Fact That They Have To Be Rebuilt And Frequently Mortgaged To The Hilt Is Inclined To Take The Gilt Off The Gingerbread, And Certainly Damps The Fun Of The Eldest Son.