I hate babies. They're so human.
Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.
I always say beauty is only sin deep.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.
Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?
It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.