The Devil, having nothing else to do Went off to tempt my Lady Poltagrue. My Lady, tempted by a private whim, To his extreme annoyance, tempted him.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There’s always laughter and good red wine. At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!

I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.

An institute run with such knavish imbecility that if it were not the work of God it would not last a fortnight.

Statistics are the triumph of the quantitative method, and the quantitative method is the victory of sterility and death.

If you can describe clearly without a diagram the proper way of making this or that knot, then you are a master of the English language.