I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream.

What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what's the world coming to, eh?

there is undoubtedly something irritating about the favorites of fortune.

The only sin passion can commit is to be joyless.

However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?

Those who prefer their English sloppy have only themselves to thank if the advertisement writer uses his mastery of the vocabulary and syntax to mislead their weak minds.

A person who tells a secret, swearing the recipient to secrecy in turn, is asking of the other person a discretion which he is abrogating himself.