His mouth was shut tight in a long line curving downward a little at the ends.

My uncle used to say that his mouth was made to keep his thoughts from leaking and going to waste.

He had a big body, a big chin, a big mouth, a big nose and big ears and hands.

His eyes lay small in this setting of bigness.
"Why, Mr.Grimshaw, it's years since you've been in our house--ayes!" said Aunt Deel.
"I suppose it is," he answered rather sharply.

"I don't have much time to get around.