It's a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don't find it. If you don't give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.

Many a man may look respectable, and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase.

The trouble with cats is that they've got no tact.

The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.