New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.

Two days overdue, THE WORLD'S WORK has not reached me. Pray make a note of this. I would rather not have to resort to violence.

Yes - en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns myself, en I's wuth eight hund'd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn' want no mo'.

There ought to be a room in every house to swear in. It's dangerous to have to repress an emotion like that.

I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.

A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.

No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is.