The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

Ask a man which way he is going to vote, and he will probably tell you. Ask him, however, why, and vagueness is all.

Once, when a British Prime Minister sneezed, men half a world away would blow their noses. Now when a British Prime Minister sneezes nobody else will even say 'Bless You'.

I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.

The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

Because tobacco is responsible for an impressive one-third of cancers, prevention efforts naturally begin with it.

What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?