If there is one thing in the world that will make a man peculiarly and insufferably self-conceited, it is to have his stomach behave itself, the first day it sea, when nearly all his comrades are seasick.
She said all a body would have to do there [Heaven] was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.
The window went up, a maid-servant's discordant voice profaned the holy calm, and a deluge of water drenched the prone martyr's remains!
Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.