Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?

When in that House MPs divide/If they've a brain and cerebellum, too/They've got to leave that brain outside/And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.

To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.

Man is nature's sole mistake.

When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.

There's fish in the sea, no doubt of it, As good as ever came out of it.

All bayonets are bad.