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

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.

However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck.

In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.

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

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.