Knowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning . . .

Now let us bandy words no more... nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken.

It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river.

'Curio vult advisari,' as the lawyers say; which means, 'Let us have another glass, and then we can think about it.'

May be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as we may be two fools together.

...because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?

Knowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning . . .