You Don't Have To Do Anything.

When Asked, 'shall I Tell My Mother I'm Gay?', I Reply, 'never Tell Your Mother Anything.

I Don't Hold With Abroad And Think That Foreigners Speak English When Our Backs Are Turned.

Is Not The Whole World A Vast House Of Assignation Of Which The Filing System Has Been Lost?

While I Have Very Little To Say In Favor Of Sex (it's Vastly Overrated, It's Frequently Unnecessary, And It's Messy), It Is Greatly To Be Preferred To The Interminable Torments Of Romantic Agony Through Which Two People Tear One Another Limb From Limb While Professing Altruistic Devotion.

The Scots Are Very Hospitable; Almost As Hospitable As The Americans.