At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.

I'm over-educated in the things I shouldn't have known at all.

Passion in a dromedary doesn't go so deep; a camel when it's mating never sobs itself to sleep.

Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.

Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.

We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?

Familiarity breeds contempt, but without a little familiarity it's impossible to breed anything.