A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

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A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.


Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief;
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
“I should have called it
Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.”

The world is filled with willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.