Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
Humour plays close to the big, hot fire, which is the truth, and the reader feels the heat.
His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.
"Have you ever found anything that gives you relief?" "Yes. A drink."
Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.
Half a man's life is devoted to what he calls improvements, yet the original had some quality which is lost in the process.