It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.
Cats yawn because they realize that there's nothing to do.
You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.