My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

Grown people know that they do not always know the why of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof. Hence the irritation they show when children keep on demanding to know if a thing is so and how the grown folks got the proof of it. It is so troublesome because it is disturbing to the pigeonhole way of life.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.