The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go, she went.

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.