The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.

Sneezes ... always sound much louder to the sneezer than to the hearers. It is an acoustical peculiarity.

Children driven good are apt to be driven mad.

... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

The Church has lost a great religious poet in me; but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.