And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.

I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.

Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.

Why do those people guess so much and shave so little, and are so disdainful of hearing aids?

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.