Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.
Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.
Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.
I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.
It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.