The consumer's side of the coffin lid is never ostentatious.

I has a dream about reality. It was such a relief to wake up.

To whom should we marry Freedom, to make it multiply?

A man who is a genius and doesn't know it, probably isn't.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up

Most of the sighs we hear have been edited.

A tired exclamation mark is a question mark.