But Questioning Does Not Mean

[on Golf:] One Of The Most Distressing Defects Of Civilization.

Progress? It Ought To Be Stopped, That's What I Say. If The Lord Meant Chickens To Come Out Of Incubators He'd Never Have Made Hens, It Stands To Reason.

The Ruder Lecturers Are, And The Louder Their Voices, The More Converts They Make To Their Opinions.

If You Are Rich, You Have Lovely Cars, And Jars Full Of Flowers, And Books In Rows, And A Wireless, And The Best Sort Of Gramophone And Meringues For Supper.

Progress. There's A Good Deal Too Much O' This Progress About Nowadays, An', What's More, It'll Have To Stop.