It ought to have been a fine, glorious bit of wickedness to remember, but the truth was that I'd put on a new pair of boots, an' one of 'em pinched so in the toes that I couldn't think of another thing the whole blessed evening.

'Tis al'ays that way in my experience of life--when you glance back or glance befo' 'tis pleasant enough to the eye, but at the moment while you're linin' it thar's al'ays the damn shoe that pinches." "Ah, you're right, you're right, Mr.Doolittle," remarked William Ming, who had lingered in the doorway to follow the conversation.
"It's life, that's what it is," commented Solomon, heaving a sigh that burst a button hole in his blue shirt.

"An' what's mo' than life, it's marriage.

When I see the way some men wear themselves out with wantin' little specks of women, I say to myself over an' over agin, 'Ah, if they only knew that thar ain't nothin' in it except the wantin'.'" "Not another thing--not another blessed mite of a thing," agreed William, who had imbibed secretly again behind the back of his wife.
"I've know a man to throw himself into the river from sheer love befo' marriage," said Solomon, "an' two weeks arter the woman had taken him, to fall out with her because she'd put too much shortenin' in his pie-crust." "It's all love befo' marriage an' all shortenin' arterwards," observed Betsey Bottom, with scorn.

"I've al'ays noticed in this world that the less men folks have to say for themselves the better case they make of it.