I can detach myself from the world. If there is a better world to detach oneself from than the one functioning at the moment I have yet to hear of it.

Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

I suppose he must have taken about a nine or something in hats. Shows what a rotten thing it is to let your brain develop too much.

While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.