Books are a habit-forming drug.
Exactly! It is absurd - improbable - it cannot be. So I myself have said. And yet, my friend, there it is! One cannot escape from the facts.
The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.
There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.
Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.
One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.