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.

An act of God was defined as something which no reasonable man could have expected.

As my poor father used to say In 1963, Once people start on all this Art Goodbye, moralitee! And what my father used to say Is good enough for me.

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

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

The critical period of matrimony is breakfast-time.

Greenfly, it's difficult to see Why God, who made the rose, made thee.