At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it.
Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth.
Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.
If Botticelli were alive today he'd be working for Vogue.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Corruption is nature's way of restoring our faith in democracy.
