To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
Fuss is the froth of business.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.