Far better hang wrong fler than no fler. |
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the gray head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. |
Give us kinder laws to bring us back when we're a-going wrong and don't set Jail, Jail, Jail afore us everywhere we turn |
Good people with good intentions will make capitalism work better, and that for the most part, those good people can be found in the middle class. |
Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire. |
Half a crown in the bill, if you look at the waiter. |
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home! |
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts. |
He calls the knaves, Jacks, this boy! . . . And what coarse hands he has! And what thick boots! |
He did each single thing as if he did nothing else |
He had but one eye and the popular prejudice runs in favour of two. |
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows. |
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful. |
He was bolder in the daylight--most men are. |
He would make a lovely corpse. |