It is a truth not universally enough acknowledged that chatty old ladies know everything.
If you’ve got the ten thousand, honey, I’ve got the year.
Now, just where was Mr. Rushworth going with that can of shaving cream?
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a linguist in possession of vocabulary must be in want of syntax.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Also: don’t blink.