The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.

Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.

... [A] single glance told him that here was somebody who was sitting on a pink cloud with a rainbow round his shoulder. Mr. Trout had not yet burst into song with a hey nonny nonny and a hotchacha, but when you said that you had said everything.

It seems to me that you and I were made for each other. I am your best friend’s best friend and we both have a taste for stealing other people’s jewellery.

He keeps looking at me so oddly.”“Oddly? How? Give me an imitation.”Considering that she had only about a second and a half to do it in, I must say it was a jolly fine exhibition. She opened her mouth and eyes pretty wide and let her jaw drop sideways, and managed to look so like a dyspeptic calf that I recognized the symptoms immediately.“Oh, that’s all right,” I said. “No need to be alarmed. He’s simply in love with you.

Stimulated by the juice, I believe, men have even been known to ride alligators.