The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the corner, don't you believe her, don't have anything to do with her, do not go with her into the cab. It is the White Slave Traffic.

I like to see cats in movement. A galloping cat is a fine sight. See it cross the road in a streak, cursed by the drivers of motor cars and buses, dodging the butcher's bicycle, coming safe to the kerb and bellying under its home gate.