Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

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.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.