If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
The world meets nobody half way.
I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
By myself walking, To myself talking.
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