I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.
At another year I would not boggle Except that when I jog I joggle.
One thing about the past. It's likely to last.
I have an idea that the phrase weaker sex was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.
A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.
But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father.