A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.
I can’t write five words but that I change seven.