There Are Evils Worse Than Death.

As For Bread, I Count That For Nothin'. We Always Have Bread And Potatoes Enough; But I Hold A Family To Be In A Desperate Way When The Mother Can See The Bottom Of The Pork Barrel. Give Me Children That's Raised On Good Sound Pork Afore All The Game In The Country. Game's Good As A Relish And So's Bread; But Pork Is The Staff Of Life... My Children I Calkerlate To Bring Up On Pork With Just As Much Bread And Butter As They Want.

These Families, You Know, Are Our Upper Crust, Not Upper Ten Thousand.

The Sight Of A Coward's Blood Can Never Make A Warrior Tremble.

The Common Faults Of American Language Are An Ambition Of Effect, A Want Of Simplicity, And A Turgid Abuse Of Terms.

On The Human Imagination, Events Produce The Effects Of Time. Thus, He Who Has Travelled Far And Seen Much, Is Apt To Fancy That He Has Lived Long; And The History That Most Abounds In Important Incidents, Soonest Assumes The Aspect Of Antiquity.