A person may be totally unimaginative and have the social vision of a mole, and we still call him a decent man.

The soup, thin and dark and utterly savorless, tasted as if it had been drained out of the umbrella stand.

... giving up alcohol or cigarettes is a lead-pipe cinch compared to the renunciation of complacence by a former (self-appointed) elite.

it is a waste of time to ask more of people than they have to give.

Not being one to calculate or look ahead, I had not stopped to think, when boys started paying attention to me, that the cup might be dashed from my lips, though experience should have taught me that dashing cups from lips was the way Victorian parents got most of their exercise.

Bulldogs have been known to fall on their swords when confronted by my superior tenacity.

being in the middle class is a feeling as well as an income level.