Frank Muir Quotations

Strategy is buying a bottle of fine wine when you take a lady out for dinner. Tactics is getting her to drink it.

Wit is a weapon. Jokes are a masculine way of inflicting superiority. But humor is the pursuit of a gentle grin, usually in solitude.

Wouldn't it be ironic that the very year the World Potato Congress is bringing all these international visitors, we take famous potatoes off our plates?

Most of our sales are domestic. However, we are trying to expand our export business and have been very successful the last three years.

Wit is a weapon. Jokes are a masculine way of inflicting superiority. But humour is the pursuit of a gentle grin, usually in solitude.

There will always be critics of the potato because it is lowly and humble, ... But it still represents $2 billion of revenue a year in the state of Idaho -- and thousands of jobs.

It's becoming more and more the choice to feed starving countries.

In other states, they're passionate; they're not embarrassed by their agricultural roots.

Some breakfast food manufacturer hit upon the simple notion of emptying out the leavings of carthorse nose bags, adding a few other things like unconsumed portions of chicken layer's mash, and the sweepings of racing stables, packing the mixture in little bags and selling them in health food shops.

A golf ball is white, dimpled like a bishop's knees, and is the size of small mandarin oranges or those huge pills which vets blow down the throats of constipated cart-horses.

The speeches to be wary of are those that begin with I'm just going to say a few words.

Hotel tea is when you have to mix together a plastic envelope containing too much sugar, a small plastic pot of something which is not milk but has curdled anyway, and a thin brown packet seemingly containing the ashes of a cremated mole.

The golden rule when reading the menu is, if you cannot pronounce it, you cannot afford it.

It has been said that a bride's attitude towards her betrothed can be summed up in three words: Aisle. Alter. Hymn.

The glances over cocktails That seem to be so sweet Don't seem quite so amorous Over Shredded Wheat