At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.
She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.
It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.
Some minds are like soup in a poor restaurant – better left unstirred.
I’m not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.
Flowers are happy things.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
There’s too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.
I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.
I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don’t know anything that braces one up like finding you haven’t got to get married after all.
She had more curves than a scenic railway.
It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?
Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can’t get it.
I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.
Employers are like horses – they require management.
I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.
It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.