Routine is the death to heroism.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve.

Flowers are happy things.

Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.