Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

Anythin' Wrong Leaves A Kind Of Impression On The Eye; Brain Trots Along Afterwards With The Warnin'.

The Only Sin Passion Can Commit Is To Be Joyless.

He Was Being About As Protective As A Can-opener.

If We Did Not Know All His Retorts By Heart, If We Had Not Taken The Sting Out Of Them By Incessant Repetition In The Accents Of The Pulpit, And If We Had Not Somehow Got It Into Our Heads That Brains Were Rather Reprehnsible, We Should Reckon Him Among The Greatest Wits Of All Time. Nobody Else, In Three Brief Years, Has Achieved Such An Output Of Epigram.

For God's Sake, Let's Take The Word 'possess' And Put A Brick Round Its Neck And Drown It ... We Can't Possess One Another. We Can Only Give And Hazard All We Have.