Patience is the art of finding something else to do.
It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.
Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you.
My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
I know a member of one of New York's first families (first as you drive up Tenth Avenue)