Frogs are slightly better than Huns or Wops, but abroad is unutterably bloody and foreigners are fiends.
(Nancy Mitford (1904-1973), British author. Uncle Matthew, in The Pursuit of Love, ch. 15 (1945).
"Uncle Matthew's four years in France and Italy between 1914 and 1918 had given him no great opinion of foreigners.")
Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Fourteenth Selection, New York (1994).)