I Accept Refreshment At Any Hands, However

If Your Master Is Surly, From Getting Up Early (and Tempers Are Short In The Morning), An Inopportune Joke Is Enough To Provoke Him To Give You, At Once, A Month's Warning.

Life's A Pudding Full Of Plums.

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.

No One Can Have A Higher Opinion Of Him Than I Have; And I Think He's A Dirty Little Beast.

All Bayonets Are Bad.