And the dust, gentlemen, the frightful dust.

As for the steel in Brescia--it's worthy of all honor.

But the feather was stolen from my hat in the tavern, and the landlord devoured onions as if they were white bread.

May God punish me if a single piece of honest beef, such as my wife can set before me every day--and we don't live like princes--ever came between my teeth.
"And the butter, Junker, the butter! We burn oil in lamps, and grease door-hinges with it, when they creak, but the Italians use it to fry chickens and fish.

Confound such doings!" "Beware, Captain," cried Wilhelm, "or I shall take you at your word and you'll be obliged to pay my score for life.