[…] How many times I have heard a woman called a slattern, because she could not keep a house in order, when had she been allowed to write out her sublime thoughts, which were all in another direction, she would have astonished the world with her genius.

the hollow of the hand or of a tree

My daughter walked in on my mom getting dressed a while back and asked what her bra is for. Before Mom could answer my daughter added, Oh, it's to hold up your boobers. Why do they hang down? My mom is now seriously thinking of plastic reconstructive surgery and my father is having fits!

The preposterous altruism too![…]Resist not evil. It is an insane immolation of self—as bad intrinsically as fakirs stabbing themselves or anchorites warping their spines in caves scarcely large enough for a fair-sized dog.