Exercise Is The Most Awful Illusion. The

You Kissed Me Because You Were Awfully Nice And I Was Awfully Nice And We Both Liked Kissing Very Much. It Was Inevitable.

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

It's Like This, Dear Boy, The One In Front Is Blind And The Kind One Behind Is Pushing Him.

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.

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.