Oh dear! A drunken infidel weaver! said Mr. Hale to himself.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

He could remember all about it now; the pitiful figure he must have cut; the absurd way in which he had gone and done the very thing he had so often agreed with himself in thinking would be the most foolish thing in the world; and had met with exactly the consequences which, in these wise moods, he had always foretold were certain to follow, if he ever did make such a fool of himself.

But suppose it was truth double strong, it were no truth to me if I couldna take it in. I daresay there's truth in yon Latin book on your shelves; but it's gibberish and no truth to me, unless I know the meaning o' the words.

I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.

I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me.

I would not trust a mouse to a woman if a man's judgment could be had.