There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
Please, sir, I want some more.
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper. So cry away.
If the law supposes that, the law is a ass — a idiot.
Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.