Authors of all races, be they Greeks, Romans, Teutons, or Celts, Can't seem just to say anything is the thing it is but have to go out of their way to say that it is like something else.

Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?

Here lies my past, Goodbye I have kissed it; Thank you kids, I wouldn't have missed it.

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.

Basketball, a game which won't be fit for people until they set the basket umbilicus-high and return the giraffes to the zoo.

The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.