Your pessimist quits before he comes to the apple trees, or before he reaches the thicket that conceals the fine fat pig.
As for me, I'm always an optimist, twenty-four carats fine, and therefore I'm the superior of you fellows." "You're happier than we are because you don't feel any sense of responsibility," said Dalton.

"I'd rather be unhappy than have an empty head." "Oh, it's just jealous you are, George Dalton.

Born with a sour disposition you can't bear to see me shedding joy and light about me." Dalton laughed.
"It's true, Happy," he said.

"You do help, and for that reason we tolerate you, not because of your prowess in battle." "Has anybody seen that fellow Slade again ?" asked St.Clair.
"I'm thankful to say no," replied Harry.

"He came out of the Southwest promising big things, and he certainly does have great skill in the forest, but our officers don't like his looks.