A Quote by Ludwig Borne

Ministers fall like buttered slices of bread: usually on their good side. — © Ludwig Borne
Ministers fall like buttered slices of bread: usually on their good side.
I know on which side my bread is buttered.
Deliberation, n.: The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on.
I know which side my bread is buttered on: the side which falls on the carpet.
I don't see what difference it makes what side it's [your bread] buttered on. I always eat both sides.
Yes, a bunch of carrots, observed directly, painted simply in the personal way one sees it, worth more than the Ecole's everlasting slices of buttered bread, that tobacco-juice painting, slavishly done by the book? The day is coming when a single original carrot will give birth to a revolution.
A philosopher is a person who doesn't care which side his bread is buttered on; he knows he eats both sides anyway.
The Victorians have been immoderately praised, and immoderately blamed, and surely it is time we formed some reasonable picture of them? There was their courageous, intellectually adventurous side, their greedy and inhuman side, their superbly poetic side, their morally pretentious side, their tea and buttered toast side, and their champagne and Skittles side. Much like ourselves, in fact, though rather dirtier.
If any of you wish to know how to have your bread fall butter side up, butter it on both sides, and then it will fall butter side up.
I particularly like to make crunchy slices of garlic bread to serve with steamed clams.
You've buttered your bread, now sleep in it.
Sometimes one sees people butter their slices of bread with long, slow, admiring strokes in the same way in which Tom Sawyer's friends whitewashed the fence. Never butter an entire slice of bread at one time.
The coffee was boiling over a charcoal fire, and large slices of bread and butter were piled one upon the other like deals in a lumber yard.
If he slices the budget like he slices a golf ball, the nation has nothing to worry about.
A slab of bread "buttered" with lard and, if you were lucky, seasoned with salt and pepper, was a luxury.
I know where my bread is buttered, and for the most part, I'm better off doing my own thing.
Country to me is living life at its simplest: Learning to appreciate a sliced vine-ripe tomato with a dash of salt, served between two slices of good bread and eaten over the kitchen sink.
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