The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.

She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

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

It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?

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.