He paid first-class wages; but said I, What's wages when your reputation's in danger?
So I let the wages go, and froze to my reputation.

And I've never regretted it.

Reputation's worth everything, ain't it?
That's the way I look at it.

He had more selfish organs than any seven men in the world--all packed in the stern-sheets of his skull, of course, where they belonged.
They weighed down the back of his head so that it made his nose tilt up in the air.

People thought it was vanity, but it wasn't, it was malice.
If you only saw his foot, you'd take him to be nineteen feet high, but he wasn't; it was because his foot was out of drawing.