"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.
In scattering seeds of kindness, do it by hand and not by machine.
It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after.
One man's Poison Ivy is another Fellow's Spinach.
After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.
If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable.