Do you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothing—just a jumble.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

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

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.