Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.

Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.

Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came they murmured as they took their fees, 'There is no cure for this disease.'

Mothers of large families (who claim common sense) will find a Tiger well repay the trouble and expense.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

That's a bit like asking a man crawling across the Sahara whether he would prefer Perrier or Malvern water.

A hungry man is not a free man.