What we are assigned to bear is in a sense a measure of our stature.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

The writer can only explore the inner space of his characters by perceptively navigating his own.

The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.

... it is a fact universally acknowledged that a husband is the most ridiculous thing on earth, except for a bachelor.

How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?