Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!