A Good Horse Makes Short Miles.

Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.

All Who Remember Their Childhood Remember The Strange Vague Sense, When Some New Experience Came, That Everything Else Was Going To Be Changed, And That There Would Be No Lapse Into The Old Monotony.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

To Superficial Observers His Chin Had Too Vanishing An Aspect, Looking As If It Were Being Gradually Reabsorbed. And It Did Indeed Cause Him Some Difficulty About The Fit Of His Satin Stocks, For Which Chins Were At That Time Useful.