As I look around the West End these days, it seems to me that outside every thin girl is a fat man, trying to get in.

As ridiculous to approve of property and let a few men have a grossly unfair share of it, as say you are all for marriage, and then let one man have all the wives.

As I look around the West End these days, it seems to me that outside every thin girl is a fat man, trying to get in.

There's comfort to an awful old dressing-gown a pretty peignoir is powerless to provide, and aging bra elastic, is, I suspect, as near to liberation as most women ever get.

I used to think the only use for sport was to give small boys something else to kick besides me.

Spring makes everything look filthy.

Things a mother should know: how to comfort a son without exactly saying Daddy was wrong.