I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.

I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.

Better to work and fail than to sleep one's life away.

Evil thought is a dangerous pet. It is safer to play with it from behind the iron bars of circumstance.

It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.

Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Caesar, by planting it full of stakes (and had, no doubt, put up a notice-board).

Ambition is only vanity ennobled.