There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.

Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.

There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

It seems to be one of Nature’s laws that the most attractive girls should have the least attractive brothers. Fillmore Nicholas had not worn well. At the age of seven he had been an extraordinarily beautiful child, but after that he had gone all to pieces; and now, at the age of twenty-five, it would be idle to deny that he was something of a mess.

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.