There's no bad publicity except an obituary.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
Every cripple has his own way of walking.
Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.
I never felt so much at home as I do in New York. I must be a devil.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.