Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.
But why, oh why, do the wrong people travel, when the right people stay at home?
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun; The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to; Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one, But Englishmen detest a siesta.