A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

[At the reception following her remarriage to Alan Campbell:] People who haven't talked to each other in years are on speaking terms again today - including the bride and groom.

Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.

Most good women are hidden treasures who are only safe because nobody looks for them.

The plot is so tired that even this reviewer, who in infancy was let drop by a nurse with the result that she has ever since been mystified by amateur coin tricks, was able to guess the identity of the murderer from the middle of the book.

People are more than fun than anybody.