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.
A good jolly is worth what you pay for it.
Mark Twain said (particularly about Pink Marsh): "I have been reading him again, and my admiration overflows all limits. ... How effortless the limning! It is as if the work did itself, without help of the master's hand."
In scattering seeds of kindness, do it by hand and not by machine.
If it were not for the presents, an elopement would be preferable.