If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim. One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

There's another side of the story that ought to be told.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.

Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.