Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.
What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
In the quiet hours when we are alone and there is nobody to tell us what fine fellows we are, we come sometimes upon a moment in which we wonder, not how much money we are earning, nor how famous we have become, but what good we are doing.
Tut, Tut, looks like rain
We'll be friends until forever, just you wait and see
I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.