It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.

...it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.

Gold has at all times been considered the best of testimonies of good faith.

It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.

Regret of neglected opportunity is the worst hell that a living soul can inhabit.

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.

Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.