And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)
Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?
Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.
In married life three is company and two none.
He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.