pretense is the oil that lubricates society.
A cat and a Bible, and nobody needs to be lonely.
From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.
Young Doctor Arden was gong through the process of reorienting himself after a night's sleep.
having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.