I Shall Laugh My Bitter

I Am Very Fond Of The Modest Manner Of Life Of Those Solitary Owners Of Remote Villages, Who In Little Russia Are Commonly Called "old-fashioned," Who Are Like Tumbledown Picturesque Little Houses, Delightful In Their Simplicity And Complete Unlikeness To The New Smooth Buildings Whose Walls Have Not Yet Been Discolored By The Rain, Whose Roofs Are Not Yet Covered With Green Lichen, And Whose Porch Does Not Display Its Bricks Through The Peeling Stucco.

Man Is Such A Wondrous Being That It Is Never Possible To Count Up All His Merits At Once. The More You Study Him, The More New Particulars Appear, And Their Description Would Be Endless.

How Much Savage Coarseness Is Concealed In Refined, Cultivated Manners.

It's The Most Righteous, Which Of Course Is Not The Same Thing As The Most Profitable.

I Tell Everyone Very Plainly That I Take Bribes, But What Kind Of Bribes? Why, Greyhound Puppies. That's A Totally Different Matter.