I think that the Peeps or Peppies or Pipes diaries would be much more popular had there been a universal pronuncation of his name.

Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!

I came here for a party and what do I get? Nothing. Not even Ice cream.

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

Why should I care about posterity? What's posterity ever done for me?

Patience is the art of finding something else to do.

Politics doesn't make strange bedfellows - marriage does.