In some ways, you know, people that don't exist, are much nicer than people that do.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small; Then mix the bits and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes no difference at all.

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?