You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.
If you scatter thorns, don't go barefoot.
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.