“Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are …” — Ogden Nash

Some debts are fun when you are acquiring them, but none are fun when you set about retiring them.

I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.

Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.

The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.