It is no use telling me that there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

When Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps.

He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.