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

English life, while very pleasant, is rather bland. I expected kindness and gentility and I found it, but there is such a thing as too much couth.

Under a forehead roughly comparable to that of Javanese and Piltdown man are visible a pair of tiny pig eyes, lit up alternately by greed and concupiscence.

When you try to be funny in every line, you place an intolerable burden not only on yourself but on the reader. You have to allow the reader to breathe.

I've got Bright's disease and he's got mine.