A high-brow is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.

A dull speaker, like a plain woman, is credited with all the virtues, for we charitably suppose that a surface so unattractive must be compensated by interior blessings.

If nobody said anything unless he knew what he was talking about, a ghastly hush would descend upon the earth.

My ball is in a bunch of fern, A jolly place to be; An angry man is close astern- He waves his club at me. Well, let him wave-the sky is blue; Go on, old ball, we are but two-We may be down in three, Or nine-or ten-or twenty-five-It matters not; to be alive, Is good enough for me.

People must not do things for fun. We are not here for fun. There is no reference to fun in any Act of Parliament.

The Common Law of England has been laboriously built about a mythical figure-the figure of 'The Reasonable Man'.

There is no reason why a joke should not be appreciated more than once. Imagine how little good music there would be if, for example, a conductor refused to play Beethoven's Fifth Symphony on the ground that his audience might have heard it before.