How true it is that men live for Things and women for People!

If we did not know all His retorts by heart, if we had not taken the sting out of them by incessant repetition in the accents of the pulpit, and if we had not somehow got it into our heads that brains were rather reprehnsible, we should reckon Him among the greatest wits of all time. Nobody else, in three brief years, has achieved such an output of epigram.

... to mention honor was to suggest its opposite.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

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

I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.

On the strength of his literary output alone... any woman of sense would decline to tackle D.H. Lawrence at 1,000 pounds a night.