Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

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

I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.

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

He looks much more like a lobster than most lobsters do.

Mere abuse is no criticism.

I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so." "It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.