Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.

One cannot resist the lure of Africa.

For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.

It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilized Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

If the aunt of the vicar has never touched liquor, watch out when she finds the Champagne.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.