Books do furnish a room.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.

Slowly, but very deliberately, the brooding edifice of seduction, creaking and incongruous, came into being, a vast Heath Robinson mechanism, dually controlled by them and lumbering gloomily down vistas of triteness. With a sort of heavy-fisted dexterity the mutually adapted emotions of each of them became synchronized, until the unavoidable anti-climax was at hand.

Dinner at the Huntercombes' possessed only two dramatic features - the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy.

There is, after all, no pleasure like that given by a woman who really wants to see you.

Few persons who have ever sat for a portrait can have felt anything but inferior while the process is going on.

Parents. . . are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfil the promise of their early years.