Even in our democratic New England towns the accidental possession of wealth, and its manifestation in dress and equipage alone, obtain for the possessor almost universal respect.

It is a very true and expressive phrase, "He looked daggers at me," for the first pattern and prototype of all daggers must have been a glance of the eye.... It is wonderful how we get about the streets without being wounded by these delicate and glancing weapons, a man can so nimbly whip out his rapier, or without being noticed carry it unsheathed. Yet it is rare that one gets seriously looked at.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

They take great pride in making their dinner cost much; I take my pride in making my dinner cost so little.

All fables, indeed, have their morals; but the innocent enjoy the story.

March to the beat of your own drummer.

In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.