As is gloriously sung in the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta "H.M.S. Pinafore," in the words of W. S. Gilbert: "Things are seldom as they seem, Skim milk masquerades as cream."

If you're anxious to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare, you must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere.

In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody!

I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.

I am the very model of a modern major general

I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances.

You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.