If you take cranberries and stew them like apple sauce, it tastes much more like prunes than rhubarb does.

Time wounds all heels.

My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.

With the possible exception of clothes, beauty salons and Frank Sinatra, there are few subjects all women agree upon.

This isn't a particularly novel observation, but the world is full of people who think they can manipulate the lives of others merely by getting a law passed.

When discovered by his wife, kissing the maid, Groucho said, "I was just whispering in her mouth"

If you're not having fun, you're doing something wrong.