I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse.
Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.
I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartettes, chamber music, and cantatas.
The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.
I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.
Their the waiters' eyes sparkled and their pencils flew as she proceeded to eviscerate my wallet - pt, Whitstable oysters, a sole, filet mignon, and a favorite salad of the Nizam of Hyderabad made of shredded five-pound notes.