One man's Poison Ivy is another Fellow's Spinach.
Every Man is the Architect of his own Fortunes, but the Neighbours superintend the Construction.
In the city a funeral is just an interruption of traffic; in the country it is a form of popular entertainment.
For parlor use, the vague generality is a life saver.
"Whom are you?" said he, for he had been to night school.
Only the more Rugged Mortals should attempt to Keep Up on Current Literature.