Can a souffle rise twice?

I'd put him in the same class as the rest of them: mediocrity.

I suppose that the honourable gentleman's hair, like his intellect, will recede into the darkness.

(His performance) is like being flogged with a warm lettuce.

It's a cliche - but true - that life is not a dress rehearsal. You get to do it once, so do it well.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.