Maybe it is only I, but conditions are such these days, that if you use studiously correct grammar, people suspect you of homosexual tendencies.

As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.