Americans want to go to heaven without dying.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention.
I could have killed Gregory Fitzhurst at three hundred feet with my left hand.
Where most of us end up there is no knowing, but the hellbent get where they are going.
A wet dog is lovingest.
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.