This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

I wouldn't have a face like that,' proceeded the child, with a good deal of earnestness, 'not if you gave me a million dollars.' He thought for a moment, then corrected himself. 'Two million dollars!' he added.

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?

If it were not for quotations, conversations between gentlemen would consist of an endless series of 'what-ho!'s.

As Shakespeare says, if you're going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.

You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.