Comedy springs from the ludicrous; but the ludicrous is stuck in the muck of reality, resolutely hostile to what is impossible.
Sometimes I misstep into something perhaps I shouldn't, but with age comes a thick, high pair of rubber boots to wade through the barnyard. We should all have to get to the dirt and 'muck out' at some point in our lives.
You can't dance if you got too much muck in your head.
To think I have spent my life on absolute muck.
First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You. . . . Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up.
Men with the muckrake are often indispensable to the well-being of society, but only if they know when to stop raking the muck.
Upon hearing via Littlewood an exposition on the theory of relativity: To think I have spent my life on absolute muck.
Real cities have something else, some individual bony structure under the muck. Los Angeles has Hollywood -- and hates it. It ought to consider itself damn lucky. Without Hollywood it would be a mail order city. Everything in the catalogue you could get better somewhere else.
Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?
I like to look glamorous sometimes, but its not the be all and end all. I can muck in as well.
If a garden require it, now trench it ye may, one trench not a yard, from another go lay; Which being well filled with muck by and by, to cover with mould, for a season to lie.
A victim of your own greed, wallowing in the muck of avarice.
To experience some healing within yourself, and to contribute healing to the world, you are summoned to wade through the muck from time to time.
There is something about keeping Him divine that keeps Him distant, packaged, predictable. But don't do it. For heaven's sake, don't. Let Him be as human as He intended to be. Let Him into the mire and muck of our world. For only if we let Him in can He pull us out.
My family fight, that's the way it is. We're not common as muck or anything but we do have a little fight now and then.
Having been through the muck and mire, I've had my own brush with bad choices.
Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.
Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.
We should not pour muck on ourselves.
