A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect. Be gone, odious wasp! You smell of decayed syllables.

Expectations is the place you must always go to before you get to where you're going.

Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life.

Perhaps you'd care for a synonym bun," suggested the duke.

There is much worth noticing that often escapes the eye.

Expect everything, I always say, and the unexpected never happens.

When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he were somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he'd even bothered.