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.

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.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.