I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.
I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.
Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.
Passion in a dromedary doesn't go so deep; a camel when it's mating never sobs itself to sleep.
Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgaged to the hilt Is inclined to take the gilt Off the gingerbread, And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son.
Many years ago I remember a famous actress explaining to me with perfect seriousness that before making an entrance she always stood aside to allow God to go on first. I can also remember that on that particular occasion He gave a singularly uninspired performance.