The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

Society is based on the assumption that everyone is alike and that no one is alive.

Good men make good rhinoceroses, unfortunately.

Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alik…