It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about.

Your reader is at least as bright as you are

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

Who knows what oversensitive is, considering all there is to be sensitive to.

Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.

The nail doesn't choose the time or the circumstances in which it is drawn to the magnet

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.