In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always

To Be Clever In The Afternoon Argues That One Is Dining Nowhere In The Evening.

It Occurred To Me That I Would Like To Be A Poet. The Chief Qualification, I Understand Is That You Must Be Born. Well, I Hunted Up My Birth Certificate, And Found That I Was All Right On That Score.

We All Know That Prime Ministers Are Wedded To The Truth, But Like Other Wedded Couples They Sometimes Live Apart.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

Every Reformation Must Have Its Victims. You Can’t Expect The Fatted Calf To Share The Enthusiasm Of The Angels Over The Prodigal’s Return.