Whatever my fate, I'll go to it laughing.

Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them.

Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.

He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

I never fancied broiling fowls; - though once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will.

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

The grand points in human nature are the same to-day they were a thousand years ago. The only variability in them is in expression, not in feature.