Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.

Success comes to a writer, as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.

He virtually lives on fish

The lunches of fifty-seven years had caused his chest to slip down to the mezzanine floor.