Category: Various quotes

The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.

Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

A man can sometimes hold his own with one woman, but never with two.

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

Fearful concatenation of circumstances.

The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest.

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation.

There is nothing more requisite in business than dispatch.

As a gineral thing, when a woman wares the britches, she has a good rite tew them.