I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nevertheless made a painstaking record of its every tremor.

He’s sadly behindhand with his rent, as I was saying, but if he’s really ill, I must see after Sheepshanks, who is a hardish man of business.

[…] merchants are in no part of the world so screwed as in England. In Turkey, they have more encouragement.

It'll tear you up a lot better than that Peruvian marching powder you're usually pawning off on everybody.