No one can write perfect English and keep it up through a stretch of ten chapters. It has never been done.
It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing - I used to be a good boy.
The new political gospel: public office is private graft.
We laugh and laugh. Then cry and cry- Then feebler laugh, Then die.
I was in one of the most grand attitudes I ever struck, with my arm stretched up pointing to the sun. It was a noble effect. You could see the shudder sweep the mass like a wave.
No man, deep down in the privacy of his heart, has any considerable respect for himself.