Not all questions are answered, but fortunately some answers are questioned.
She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
The IQ of a mob is the IQ of its dumbest member divided by the number of mobsters.
This looks like a job for inadvisably applied magic if ever I saw one.
One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.
I must have read every issue of 'Punch' published in the 20th century, and I think in the process I picked up the true voice of English humour - that amiable, fairly liberal, laconic voice which you find in something like 'Three Men in a Boat.'