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I thought it was fine.' 'How sympathetic you are!' cooed George, glutinously, edging a little closer. 'Do you know--' 'Shall

Which one, darling?' 'The one with a face like a fish.' 'But they all have faces like fish, darling.' The child seemed to see the justice of this objection. He became more definite. 'The ugly one!

of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle----

It was as if Dante had recommended some lost soul in the Inferno to occupy his mind by knitting jumpers.

It is safest for the historian, if he values accuracy, to wait till a thing has happened before writing about it.

There were nights in the hot weather when Mike would be despondent. A New York summer night does not encourage optimism.

Come in!' cried the voice, rather a pleasant voice; but what is a pleasant voice if the soul be vile?

The question of the rightness or wrongness of Potts appeared to be one on which he was loth to set himself up as an authority.

You know, you smoke too much, Pat, said his wife, seizing the opening with the instinct which makes an Irishman at a fair hit every head he sees.

I think that you would find a steady married man an improvement on these wild, flower-pot-throwing bachelors. If it would help to influence your decision, I may say that my bride-to-be is Miss Halliday, probably the finest library-cataloguist in the United Kingdom.

But he has. Much funnier. In a way it was a sort of compliment, but Archie felt embarrassed. He withdrew coyly into the cushioned recess.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And until tonight I had always felt that there was a lot in it. I had never scorned a woman myself, but Pongo Twistleton once scorned an aunt of his, flatly refusing to meet her son Gerald at Paddington and give him lunch and see him off to school at Waterloo, and he never heard the end of it.

We can always go back," Jack said. "But there are too many people around the lake in the summertime. You wouldn't dare dump a body then." "Right," I said. "I dump all my bodies in the fall.

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

Nothing remains except that which was written with blood to be listened to by blood

It is a miracle that one does not dissolve into one's bath like a lump of sugar.

If you could have a famous writer, dead or alive, write an obituary for you and really puff you up to have been something you weren't, perhaps, or otherwise take liberties with your memory, what writer would you choose?

Auguste Escoffier into what we now know as the five mother sauces of French cuisine. It's funny

Do you write novels? I said. Novels, Lord no, she said. I can't even stay married.

I'm half italian Which half asked Tessa From the waist down

The goal of yoga science is to calm the mind, that without distortion it may hear the infallible counsel of the Inner Voice.

When wealth is lost, you have lost a little; when health is lost, you have lost something of more consequence; but when peace of mind is lost, you have lost the highest treasure.

The adage: "He is a fool that cannot conceal his wisdom," could never be applied to my profound and quiet master. Though