What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
Fuss is the froth of business.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.