Contents of P:
Bed is the poor man's opera.
British author, Observer, London, 15 May 1949.
Our trouble is that we drink too much. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.
One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.
Cats are like Baptists. You KNOW they raise hell, but you can never catch them at it.
Hell is full of dirty housewives.
If you believe everything you read, better not read.
If you wish to learn the highest truths, begin with the alphabet.
The naked man never mislays his wallet.
Women and small men are hard to handle.
You can pray to the head of a sardine if you believe in it enough.