It was a confusion of ideas between him and one of the lions he was hunting in Kenya that had caused A. B. Spottsworth to make the obituary column. He thought the lion was dead, and the lion thought it wasn't.

I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don't suppose I have ever come much closer to saying 'Tra la la' as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

Employers are like horses — they require management.

She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.

Every author really wants to have letters printed in the papers. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels.

We do not tell old friends beneath our roof-tree that they are an offence to the eyesight.