It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.

Routine is the death to heroism.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'

What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.

It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.