No pretendía ser un sabio, pero había bebido hasta emborracharse en el manantial de la sabiduría. - O. Henry

You can't appreciate home till you've left it, money till it's spent, your wife till she's joined a women's club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.

"Maybe the hairs on my head were numbered" she went on with a sudden serious sweetness "but nobody could ever count my love for you".

If ever there was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, called New York.