The breakdown of our language, evident in the misuse, i.e., the misunderstanding of nouns and adjectives, is most grave, though perhaps not so conspicuous, in the handling of prepositions, those modest little connectives that hold the parts of a phrase or a sentence together. They are the joints of any language, what make it, literally, articulate.

On the wall of our life together hung a gun waiting to be fired in the final act.

We are a nation of 20 million bathrooms, with a humanist in every tub.

Congress-these, for the most part, illiterate hacks whose fancy vests are spotted with gravy, and whose speeches, hypocritical, unctuous, and slovenly, are spotted also with the gravy of political patronage.

Life for the European is a career; for the American it is a hazard.

What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?

The fact is that gardening, more than most of our other activities except sometimes love-making, confronts us with the inexplicable.