"We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs. Наша спина, вечно подпираемая железным каркасом условностей, давно закостенела. (… - O. Henry

Eight dollars a week or a million a year — what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer.

Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.

There'll never be a perfect breakfast eaten until some man grows arms long enough to stretch down to New Orleans for his coffee & over to Norfolk for his rolls, & reaches up to Vermont & digs a slice of butter out of a spring-house, & then turns over a beehive close to a white clover patch out in Indiana for the rest. Then he'd come pretty close to making a meal on the amber that the gods eat on Mount Olympia.