My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus.
I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.
He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more
Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won't buy, but it's very funny- Have you ever tried to buy them without money?
Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!