But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

Such an assemblage of the spraddle-legged men of the middle class, whose hands were bent and shoulders stooped from delving and constructing, had never appeared to an Asbury Park summer crowd, and the latter was vaguely amused.

If I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned – if I am going to be drowned, why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate land and trees?

Tradition, thou art for suckling children, Thou art the enlivening milk for babes, But no meat for men is in thee.

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.