Grammar is a piano I play by ear.
Thank goodness air and salvation are still free. . . and so is laughter.
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.
She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.
She had a way of embroidering life with stars.
Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.
The man who fears no truths has nothing to fear from lies.
In looking for the keys of paradise, a pope may stoop a little; having found them, he should rise again.
There is a homely directness about these rustic apothegms which makes them far more palatable than the strained and sophisticated epigrams of the characters of Oscar Wilde's plays, who are ever striving strenuously to dazzle us with verbal pyrotechnics.
What you don't see are the cameras shoved in my face and the bizarre intrusive questions being asked, or the people falling over themselves, screaming and taunting to get a reaction.