I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.
Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.
Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.