A pipe in the mouth makes it clear that there has been no mistake-you are undoubtedly a man.

You never can tell with bees.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on water as blue as air, And you'd see me here in the fields and say: 'Doesn't the sky look green today?

I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

Some people care too much. I think it's called love.

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.