Love had forged ahead so swiftly that in no time it had displaced agriculture as the leading industry of the period. To anyone who has tried both, this wont come as much of a surprise.

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

I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.

All geniuses die young.

Humor is reason gone mad.

I would never join a country club with standards so low as to allow me as a member.

Alimony is like buying hay for a dead horse.