Least said, soonest mended

He was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.

I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.

the sight of me is good for sore eyes

....that the mounds of ices, and the bowls of mint-julep and sherry cobbler they make in these latitudes, are refreshments never to be thought of afterwards, in summer, by those who would preserve contented minds.