Then he hobbled him out of a bit of old sheep-yard, and came in.
The more I know of men the more I see what curious lumps of good and bad they're made up of.

People that won't stick at anything in some ways will be that soft and good-feeling in others--ten times more so than your regular good people.

Any one that thinks all mankind's divided into good, bad, and middlin', and that they can draft 'em like a lot of cattle--some to one yard, some to another--don't know much.

There's a mob in most towns though, I think, that wants boilin' down bad.

Some day they'll do it, maybe; they'll have to when all the good country's stocked up.