'I don't believe you've changed at all, Charles.' 'No, I'm afraid not.' 'D'you want to change?' 'It's the only evidence of life.'

The better sort of Ishmaelites have been Christian for many centuries and will not publicly eat human flesh uncooked in Lent, without special and costly dispensation from their bishop.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.

I have been in the scholastic profession long enough to know that nobody enters it unless he has some very good reason that he is anxious to conceal.

Once you start changing a name, you see, there's no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

Yes, cider and tinned salmon are the staple diet of the agricultural classes.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.