Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.

The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth

Every woman knows all about everything.

Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!