Bed is the perfect climate.

Exercise is the most awful illusion. The secret is a lot of aspirin and marrons glaces.

How was your flight? Well, aeronautically it was a great success. Socially, it left quite a bit to be desired.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

A bloody good thing, but too late.

I will accept anything in the theatre . . . provided it amuses or moves me. But if it does neither, I want to go home.

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.