Aunt Agatha is like an elephant-not so much to look at, for in appearance she resembles more a well-bred vulture, but because she never forgets.

Mere abuse is no criticism.

His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.

His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.

She made a rare and noble contribution to the American spirit. But for us, most of all she was a magnificent wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, and frien…

'I want to know what the devil you mean by keeping coming into my private apartment, taking up space which I require for other purposes and interrupting me whe…

Always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said: 'A truck!'