Never trust a man with short legs. His brains are too near his bottom.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
There are bad times just around the corner, There are dark clouds travelling through the sky, And it's no good whining, About a silver lining, For we know from experience they won't roll by...
I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.
I also avoid green vegetables. They're grossly overrated.
Grab it while you can — grab every scrap of happiness while you can