“The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his joyicity.”

“Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.”

“Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.”

“He found on the spot the image of his recent history; he was like one of the figures of the old clock at Berne. THEY came out, on one side, at their hour, jigged along their little course in the public eye, and went in on the other side. He too had jigged his little course--him too a modest retreat awaited.”

“Oh shit, the jig is up! HIDE THE COOKIES!”

“I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.”