Telling Lies Is A Bit Like Tiling

There Is That Within A Man That Drives Him Ever Onwards, Just As The Power Of The Seasons Drives The Roots Of Flowers Into The Hard Earth; And So He Decided, Against His Better Judgment, To Open His Eyes And Find Out What Was Going To Happen To Him Next.

Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only Works If You Push It.

Telling Lies Is A Bit Like Tiling Bathrooms - If You Don't Know How To Do It Properly, It's Best Not To Try.

It Was Irritating To Have One's Physical Shortcomings Pointed Out Quite So Plainly Twice In One Evening, Once By A Beautiful Girl And Once By A Dying Badger.

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance