What is color, after all?
Make the most of it, and in the most favorable position, which, perhaps, is the cheek of a comely young woman, and it is but skin-deep.

He remembered the time when a certain female in another part of the univarse, who is commonly called Miss Poke, might have out-rosed the best rose in a placed called Stunnin'tun; and what did it all amount to?
He shouldn't ask Miss Poke herself, for obvious reasons--but he would ask any of the neighbors how she looked now?
Quitting female natur', he would come to human natur' generally.

He had often remarked that sea water was blue, and he had frequently caused pails to be lowered, and the water brought on deck, to see if he could come at any of this blueing matter--for indigo was both scarce and dear in his part of the world, but he never could make out anything by the experiment; from which he concluded that, on the whull, there was pretty much no such thing as color, at all.
"As for the resolution before the house, it depended entirely on the meaning of words.

Now, after all, what is a word?
Why, some people's words are good, and other people's words are good for nothing.

For his part, he liked sealed instruments--which might be because he was a sealer--but as for mere words, he set but little store by them.