Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.