We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.

Don't be afraid! We won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.

Old Marley was dead as a doornail... The wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.

Some medical beast had revived tar-water in those days as a fine medicine, and Mrs. Joe always kept a supply of it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues correspondent to its nastiness. At the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.

"You see," said Mr. Toots, "what I wanted in a wife was - in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I - I had not, particularly."