After being Turned Down by numerous Publishers, he had decided to write for Posterity.
A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
One man's Poison Ivy is another Fellow's Spinach.
If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable.
"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.
Every Man is the Architect of his own Fortunes, but the Neighbours superintend the Construction.