Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

Romance at short notice was her speciality.

Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.

Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.