Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

The Old Man ain’t afraid of hell

If you are a police dog, where's your badge?

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa.

My opposition to Interviews lies in the fact that offhand answers have little value or grace of expression, and that such oral give and take helps to perpetuate the decline of the English language.

Don't get it right, just get it written.