Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Women and elephants never forget an injury.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.

I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?