Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.

Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.

Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.

...it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.