When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk Metaphor.

Evil Prospers When Good Men Do Nothing.

My Dear Doctor, I Am Surprised To Hear You Say That I Am Coughing Very Badly, As I Have Been Practising All Night.

I Have Never Yet Heard Of A Murderer Who Was Not Afraid Of A Ghost.