A page of my journal is like a cake of portable soup. A little may be diffused into a considerable portion.

He had begun the diary less as a record of his life (for whom and why? What life?) than as a regular and self-indulgent exploration, a means of makings sense of the past years, part catharsis, part comforting affirmation.

It wasn't a cake walk in Basra but it's going to be a lot, lot more dangerous up there,

DeLay has a lot of power, ... I always believe power should be diffused.

I suppose no person ever enjoyed with more relish the infusion of this fragrant leaf than did Johnson.

A good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellencies of lively conversation.