I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

I used to pride myself on being impervious to the sentimentalities of soap opera, but when that loveliest of actresses, Rachel Gurney, of Upstairs, Downstairs, perished on the Titanic, I wept so convulsively and developed such anorexia that I had to be force-fed.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city.

He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.

I found the pearl of the Orient slightly less exciting than a rainy Sunday evening in Rochester.

"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen."