To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things - but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.

The plain rule is to do nothing in the dark, to be a party to nothing underhanded or mysterious, and never to put his foot where he cannot see the ground.

By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would call a study!

We all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money.

You are in every line I have ever read.

An inebriated elderly gentleman in the last depths of shabbiness... played the calm and virtuous old men.

I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.