I know I'm drinking myself to a slow death, but then I'm in no hurry.

Central Park is the grandiose symbol of the front yard each child in New York hasn't got.

The pencil sharpener is about as far as I have ever got in operating a complicated piece of machinery with any success.

Defining and analyzing humor is a pastime of humorless people.

You might think that after thousands of years of coming up too soon and getting frozen, the crocus family would have had a little sense knocked into it.

There are two ways to travel, first class or with children.

A child of three cannot raise its chubby fist to its mouth to remove a piece of carpet which it is through eating, without being made the subject of a psychological seminar of child-welfare experts, and written up, along with five hundred other children of three who have put their hands to their mouths for the same reason.