I can't bear fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching a line hour after hour--or else throwing and throwing, and catching nothing.

“I flutter all ways, and fly in none.”

“Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference!…”

“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poo…”

“A kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gum or starch…”