The body, after all, older and wiser than soul, being first created, and, like a good horse, if given its way would go home by the best path and at the right pace.

All encounters with children are touched with social embarrassment.

Love amazes, but it does not surprise.

General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.

Reason is a poor hand at prophecies.

And another day is tucked under my wing.

Oh, I am all for singing. If I had had children I should have hounded them into choirs & choral societies, and if they weren't good enough for that, I would have sent them out, to sing in the streets.