Batsman (having just been clean bowled): That was one hell of a ball, Fred.
Fred Trueman: Ay, it were wasted on thee.
The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.
There are two things that are more difficult than making an after-dinner speech: climbing a wall which is leaning toward…
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses too see you.