Maxioms by Charles Dickens
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!
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
Some credit in being jolly.
Some credit in being jolly.
"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more
"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
