The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth
The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
I've taken my fun where I've found it.
You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.