Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.
I expect I shall feel better after tea.
It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
You're one of those guys who can make a party just by leaving it. It's a great gift.
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?