Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.

Work is the province of cattle.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Trapped like a trap in a trap

This is me apologizing. I am a fool, a bird-brain, a liar and a horse-thief. I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!