I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own heaven to be happy.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
All you drunkards: Put down the intoxicating Vanity Metrics.
Benefit of clergy: Half-rate on the railroad.
To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.
Let us draw the curtain of charity over the rest of this scene