I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.
O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!