I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody never made me.

Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.

Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and new flowers to cover the ground.

Great as the planning were for the dinner, the lot was so contrived that not a soul in the house be supposed to be kept from the break of day ceremony of Blessing in the church.

My vocation to preach on paper.

I b'lieve in religion, and one of these days, when I've got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul.

O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs.