What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

Judges, as a class, display, in the matter of arranging alimony, that reckless generosity which is found only in men who are giving away someone else's cash.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.

Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.