Mr. Cruncher... always spoke of the year of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: apparently under the impression that the Christian era dated from the invention of a popular game, by a lady who had bestowed her name upon it.

He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.

She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.

It being a remarkable fact in theatrical history, but one long since established beyond dispute, that it is a hopeless endeavor to attract people to a theatre unless they can be first brought to believe that they will never get in.

If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish.

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own

... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.