The oboe is an ill wind that nobody blows good.
A wonderful drink, wine. It has unexploited values. Did you ever hear of
a barefooted Italian grape crusher with athlete's foot?
— W. C. Fields
The bodice of her
evening gown featured a gold motif that circled each breast before
climbing ceilingwards behind her shoulders like a huge menorah. It was a
— Clive James
Time wounds all
— Groucho Marx
I do most of my work
sitting down. That's where I shine.
— Robert Benchley