“Every New Year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven crim…” — 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.