As the gloom and shadow thickened behind him, in that place where it had been gathering so darkly, it took, by slow degrees, - or out of it there came, by some unreal, unsubstantial process - not to be traced by any human sense, - an awful likeness of himself!

I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.

Missionaries are perfect nuisances and leave every place worse than they found it.

We must meet reverses boldly, and not suffer them to frighten us, my dear. We must learn to act the play out. We must live misfortune down, Trot!

Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.

People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are

Please, sir, I want some more.