Jealousy Is A Strange Transformer Of Characters.

The More Outré And Grotesque An Incident Is The More Carefully It Deserves To Be Examined.

We Had Got As Far As This, When Who Should Walk In But The Gentleman Himself, Who Had Been Drinking His Beer In The Taproom And Had Heard The Whole Conversation. Who Was I? What Did I Want? What Did I Mean By Asking Questions? He Had A Fine Flow Of Language, And His Adjectives Were Very Vigorous.

Steel True, Blade Straight.

The Unexpected Has Happened So Continually In My Life That It Has Ceased To Deserve The Name.

How Sweet The Morning Air Is! ...how Small We Feel With Our Petty Ambitions And Strivings In The Presence Of The Great Elemental Forces Of Nature!