Judges don't age; time decorates them.

It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn’t hinder and God wouldn’t hurry.

I don’t like people,” said Velvet. “... I only like horses.

She’d ride like a piece of lightning. No more weight’n a piece of lightning.

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn’t think it stood the wear and tear.

You will be old-fashioned one day. It’s more shocking than getting old.

The pleasure of one’s effect on other people still exists in age – what’s called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

Isn’t the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

If a dog doesn’t put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn’t happen you are only keeping an animal.

Judges don’t age. Time decorates them.