A false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa.

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.'" "Nothing," said the Prince. "Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.

Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

A peril of the night road is that flecks of dust and streaks of bug blood on the windshield look to me like old admirals in uniform, or crippled apple women, or the front edge of barges, and I whirl out of their way, thus going into ditches and fields and up on front lawns, endangering the life of authentic admirals and apple women who may be out on the roads for a breath of air before retiring.