It ain't the roads we take; it's what's inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.

The eyes of the rathskeller were upon him.
He was as fresh as a collard and as ingenuous as a hay rake.

— 'Drink,' says Andy, 'always drives me to oratory.'
— 'It could do no worse,' says I.

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man's hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn't take it any other way.

... wishing I was back in the West, where you could always depend on a customer fighting to keep his money hard enough to let your conscience take it from him.