My Sort Of Looks Are

I Have Always Wanted To Be A Man, If Only For The Reason That I Would Like To Have Gauged The Value Of My Intellect.

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

Rumor Is Untraceable, Incalculable, And Infectious.

She Tells Enough White Lies To Ice A Wedding Cake.

The Announcement That You Are Going To Tell A Good Story (and The Chuckle That Precedes It) Is Always A Dangerous Opening.