If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.
Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.
Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.
I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read, in the peculiarly repulsive phrase, with my eyes glued to the page.