Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.

The trouble with cats is that they've got no tact.

In his normal state he would not strike a lamb. I’ve known him to do it’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Not strike lambs

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'

the ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

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.