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

Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.

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

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

Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

She gave me another of those long keen looks, and I could see that she was again asking herself if her favourite nephew wasn't steeped to the tonsils in the juice of the grape.

Some time ago," he said, "--how long it seems! -- I remember saying to a young friend of mine of the name of Spiller, 'Comrade Spiller, never confuse the unusual with the impossible.' It is my guiding rule in life.