The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.

My idea of a good novel was one you made enough money out of to buy a greenhouse.

Their families cordially detested one another.

An ancient proverb summed it up when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.

We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

This is a lovely party," said the Bursar to a chair, "I wish I was here.

Only Ron's dog was watching William. He considered that it had, for a dog, a very offensive and knowing look. A couple of months ago someaone had tried to hand William the old story about there being a dog in the city that could talk. (...) The dog in front of William didn't look as if it could talk, but it DID look as if it would swear.