A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.