Things are seldom what they seem.
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?
Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.
Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.
When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.