Maxioms by Charles Dickens
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.
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!
The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon read more
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if
you'd been born in that station o' life."
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
