Maxioms by Charles Dickens
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
If you don't like the weather, wait a minute
If you don't like the weather, wait a minute
