“When Cynthia smiles," said young Bingo, "the skies are blue; the world takes on a roseate hue; birds in the garden trill and sing, and Joy is king of everything, when Cynthia smiles." He coughed, changing gears. "When Cynthia frowns - ""What the devil are you talking about?""I'm reading you my poem. The one I wrote to Cynthia last night. I'll go on, shall I?""No!""No?""No. I haven't had my tea.”
“Your husband this morning! Mine tonight! What do you take him for?''A man' smiled Cynthia. 'And therefore, if you won't let me call him changeable, I'll coin a word and call him consolable.”
“Cynthia ordered Guilty Pleasure-why was I not surprised?”
“I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze."(Letter to Cynthia Asquith, November 1913)”
“I don't mean to change the subject or anything, but have you tried concealer on that zit?"Cynthia Lotte - Hot Six”
“Did you ever find it?" Cyn asked."What's that?""Something he wouldn't give you?""You know, Cynthia, I did. Very recently,in fact."What was it?""You”