I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.