A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

There may have been disillusionments in the lives of the medieval saints, but they would scarcely have been better pleased if they could have foreseen that their names would be associated nowadays chiefly with racehorses and the cheaper clarets.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.