A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.

The real objection to the great majority of cats is their insufferable air of superiority.

I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

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

I always strive, when I can, to spread sweetness and light. There have been several complaints about it.

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship.