He remembered having said to his uncle (with a solemn dogmatism better befitting a much younger man): "Surely it is possible to love with the head as well as the heart." Mr. Delagardie had replied, somewhat drily: "No doubt; so long as you do not end by thinking with your entrails instead of your brain.

If people will bring dynamite into a powder factory, they must expect explosions.

make no mistake about it, the detective-story is part of the literature of escape, and not of expression.

Do you know how to pick a lock?" "Not in the least, I'm afraid." "I often wonder what we go to school for," said Wimsey.

No, no, there must be a limit to the baseness even of publishers.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

But it is the mark of all movements, however well-intentioned, that their pioneers tend, by much lashing of themselves into excitement, to lose sight of the obvious.