Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

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

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

What you want, my lad, and what you're going to get are two very different things.

The brains of members of the Press departments of motion-picture studios resemble soup at a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.