“Think't the best voyage that e'er you made like an irregular crab which, though’t goes backward, thinks that it goes right, because it goes its own way.”

“That is the way Connecticut goes, in a series of Marcelle waves; and Lock Willow Farm is just on the crest of one wave. The barns used to be across the road where they obstructed the view, but a kind flash of lightning came from heaven and burnt them down.”

“When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.”

“Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust”

“What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?”

“As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.”

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milkFantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than thosePaper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this worldIs like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge Of the small compass of our prison.”