When things are going on that have a strong vibration--what foreign correspondents love to call a "repercussion"--they cause a good deal of mind-quaking.

Truth is what every man sees lurking at the bottom of his own soul, like the oyster shell housewives put in the kitchen kettle to collect the lime from the water. By and by each man’s iridescent oyster shell of Truth becomes coated with the lime of prejudice and hearsay.

The pronouns, child, were You and I, / We might as well confess; / But, ah, the mischief-making verb / I leave to you to guess!

Only the sinner has a right to preach.

There were two cheerful pronouns / And naught did them disturb: / Until they met, out walking. / A conjugative verb.

A certain young man never knew / Just when to say whom and when who; / 'The question of choosing,' / He said, 'is confusing; / I wonder if which wouldn't do?'

Big shots are only little shots who kept shooting.

Loafing needs no explanation and is its own excuse.

If there is any appalling, spiritually murderous sensation on earth, it is a knowledge that on a certain date or at a given time and place you have got to be somewhere doing some set, prescribed, definite thing.

Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs