He had humor as well as a sense of the ridiculous, and the first made it possible for him to laugh at himself,--a rare and disconcerting gift which would utterly prevent his ever entering the Senate.
"You might grow a moustache and wax the tips, Harry," she said, when she had recovered sufficiently well to be able to speak.

"Curl your hair with tongs and take dancing lessons from a tango lizard or go in for a course of sotto voce sayings from a French portrait painter, but you'd still remain the Nice Boy.

That's why I like you.

You're as refreshing and innocuous as a lettuce salad, and you may glare as much as you like.

I hope you'll never be spoilt.