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Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
Aloud she said, “What have you been doing lately?” “I? Oh, minding the house—pouring out syrup—pretending to be amiable and contented—learning to have a bad opinion of everybody.”
If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wine-glass to the light and look judicial.
One can begin so many things with a new person!—even begin to be a better man.
When a conversation has taken a wrong turn for us, we only get farther and farther into the swamp of awkwardness.
