Everywhere outside New York City is Bridgeport, Connecticut.
He writes so well he makes me feel like putting my quill back in my goose.
The average vice-president is a form of executive fungus that attaches itself to a desk. On a boat this growth would be called a barnacle.
To a newspaperman, a human being is an item with skin wrapped around it.
I have just returned from Boston. It is the only thing to do if you find yourself up there.
All that the comedian has to show for his years of work and aggravation is the echo of forgotten laughter.