In the law of God, there is no statute of limitations.

And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.

There is but one art, to omit.

You're either my ship's cook-and then you were treated handsome-or Cap'n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!