Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.
Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.
The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.
A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.
The codfish is a staple food For which I'm seldom in the mood. This fish is such an utter loss That people eat it with egg sauce.