At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.
How was your flight? Well, aeronautically it was a great success. Socially, it left quite a bit to be desired.
Trust your instincts. If you have no instincts, trust your impulses.
If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.
Mona Lisa looks as if she has just been sick, or is about to be.
The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.