Christmas, so long looming over everyone's head, finally surged up, buried everyone alive and ebbed away, leaving its victims distinctly cross.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.

Christmas, so long looming over everyone's head, finally surged up, buried everyone alive and ebbed away, leaving its victims distinctly cross.

The great thing in life is not to be able to do things, because then they are always done for you.

If one cannot invent a really convincing lie, it is often better to stick to the truth.

Early poems are a thing it takes years to live down.

First love is an astounding experience and if the object happens to be totally unworthy and love not really love at all, it makes little difference to the intensity of the pain.