But Why, Oh Why, Do

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun; The Japanese Don't Care To, The Chinese Wouldn't Dare To; Hindus And Argentines Sleep Firmly From Twelve To One, But Englishmen Detest A Siesta.

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.

As One Gets Older, One Discovers Everything Is Going To Be Exactly The Same With Different Hats On.

Criticism And Bolshevism Have One Thing In Common. They Both Seek To Pull Down That Which They Could Never Build.

Certain Women Should Be Struck Regularly, Like Gongs.