There was nothing, as he sometimes observed, that flavoured life so deliciously as a keen appreciation of comedy.
"Now, I should call him a decidedly uncommon one," he remarked.

"The trouble with you, my dear Powhatan, is that you are still in the village stage of the social instinct.

In your proper period, when we Virginians were merely one of the several tribes in these United States, you may have served an excellent purpose; but the tribal instinct is dying out with the village stage.

If we are going to exist at all outside of the archaeological department of a museum, we must learn to accept--.

We must let in new blood." "Do you mean to tell me, Horatio," blustered the General, "that I've got to let in the blood of a circus rider, sir ?" "Well, that depends.