You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.
She had much in common with Hitler, only no mustache.
Christmas is at our throats again.
For gin, in cruel sober truth, supplies the fuel for flaming youth.
My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.
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.