“ He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom. ”
The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.
~ P.g. Wodehouse
Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
