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.

Christmas is at our throats again.

It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.

I'll go through life either first class or third, but never in second.

He must have been an incredibly good shot.

He's completely unspoiled by failure.

I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.