is where the heart is

Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

That begins with an M, such as... muchness... you know you say things are 'much of a muchness'... did you ever see... a drawing of a muchness?

Loose lips sink ships

Converting all back to that primal well
From which it was derived, 'tis sooth to tell.
And against this, for every thing alive,
Of any state, avalls it not to strive.
Then is it wisdom, as it seems to me,
To make a virtue of necessity...

We're a bowl of peaches and cream
The Dodgers and Brooklyn
A permanent team
India and Gandhi
Dagwood and his Blondie
We're an act like Crosby and Hope
A rosy complexion and Ivory Soap

they were practically joined at the hip

Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.

Vous connaissez sa maxime, lorsqu'il veut découvrir un secret quelconque: cherchez la femme; dans ce cas la femme n'a pas été difficile à trouver.