Modesty died when clothes were born.
I don't want my girl to be so skinny she can knife me with her knee.
A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.
A "classic" is a book that everybody praises but nobody has read
The real yellow peril: Gold.
The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.