A tale from which pieces have been raked out is like a fire that has been poked. One does not know the operation has been performed, but everyone feels the effect.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hotheaded, intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in her blindest devotion does not fall into the gait of the man she adores, tilt her bonnet to the angle at which he wears his hat, or interlard her speech with his pet oaths.

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

If you want something and don't get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn't want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.

...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.