Dorothy L Sayers
Remorse is eating his soul like a caterpillar in a cabbage.
Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
H L Mencken
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.
Pray for miracles, but plant cabbages.
I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.
Thanks for visiting my blog today
and hope you have a very happy National Cabbage Day!
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Lovely selection, Cathy!
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