Raymond: Uh oh fart.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Life is a fatal complaint, and an eminently contagious one.

Go often to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to do it?

Pardon one offense, and you encourage the commission of many.