Life is not having been told that the man has just waxed the floor.
No man is greater than his respect for sleep.
I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.
And you stagger down to break your fast. Greasy bacon and lacquered eggs And coffee composed of frigid dregs.
Dogs display reluctance and wrath If you try to give them a bath. They bury bones in hideaways And half the time they trot sideaways.