-Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more psychological than gout, rum, and purser's stores.

But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat.

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!

For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes; and of trying, with its unseen hand, the windows and the doors; and seeking out some crevices by which to enter.