Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.

I think prejudice and tradition count for three-quarters in matters of religion.

The shorter and the plainer the better.