There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.

... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Come, let's be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with.

... Natural affections and instincts, my dear sir, are the most beautiful of the Almighty's works, but like other beautiful works of His, they must be reared and fostered, or it is as natural that they should be wholly obscured, and that new feelings should usurp their place, as it is that the sweetest productions of the earth, left untended, should be choked with weeds and briers.

I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.

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