The American woman is a monstrosity.

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.

There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.

Jarndyce and Jarndyce drones on. This scarecrow of a suit, has, in course of time, become so complicated that no man alive knows what it means. The parties to it understand it least; but it has been observed that no two Chancery lawyers can talk about it for five minutes, without coming to total disagreement as to all the premises.

I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.