A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.

He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

Golf, like measles, should be caught young.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.