It's yonder writing that keeps you.

I know life, but you and your wife are just like two children.

Evil is forgotten in the twinkling of an eye, and blessing is to come straight from Heaven, like quails and manna.
What sort of a creature have your books made you, since you came with the doctor's hat from Coimbra?
Then everybody said: 'Lopez, Senor Lopez.
Heavenly Father, what a shining light he'll be!' And now! The Lord have mercy on us! You work, work, and what does it bring you?
Not an egg; not a rush! Go to your uncle in the Netherlands.

He'll forget the curse, if you submit! How many of the zechins, your father saved, are still left ?" Here the doctor interrupted the old woman's torrent of speech with a stern "enough!" but she would not allow herself to be checked, and continued with increasing volubility.
"Enough, you say?
I fret over perversity enough in silence.

May my tongue wither, if I remain mute to-day.