Wit is far more often a shield than a lance.
He has a head that is for rent unfurnished.
Living upon a basis of unsatisfied demands we were in a state of continual disturbance and frustration. Therefore no peace was to be had unless we could find a means of reducing these demands.
His voice is to entertainment what the kazoo is to classical music.
Having spent the better part of my life trying either to relive the past or experience the future before it arrives I have come to believe that in between these two extremes is peace.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.