A Murderer Is Only An Extroverted Suicide.

This Parrot Is No More. It Has Ceased To Be. It's Expired And Gone To Meet Its Maker. This Is A Late Parrot. It's A Stiff. Bereft Of Life, It Rests In Peace. If You Hadn't Nailed It To The Perch, It Would Be Pushing Up The Daisies. It's Rung Down The Curtain And Joined The Choir Invisible. This Is An Ex-parrot.

When Danger Reared Its Ugly Head, He Bravely Turned His Tail And Fled.

Health Care Does Not Worry Me A Great Deal. I've Been Impressed By Some Wonderful Old People.

At That Time, A Friend Shall Lose His Friend's Hammer, And The Young Shall Not Know Where Lieth The Things Possessed By Their Fathers That Their Fathers Put There Only Just The Night Before.

John Howard Davies Was Not A Very Human Person ... If You Made A Mistake Of Any Kind, Any Sort Of Pause In Speech, He Would Treat You Rather As If He Was A Schoolmaster.