... a man aint so different from a horse or a mule$$$ come long come short$$$ except a mule or a horse has got a little more sense.

It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity$$$ that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.

People to whom sin is just a matter of words$$$ to them salvation is just words too.

It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does$$$ but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

Yet the motion of the saw has not faltered$$$ as though it and the arm functioned in a tranquil conviction that rain was an illusion of the mind.

I reckon it does take a powerful trust in the Lord to guard a fellow$$$ though sometimes I think that Cora’s a mite over-cautious$$$ like she was trying to crowd the other folks away and get in closer than anybody else.

I reckon if there’s ere a man or woman anywhere that He could turn it all over to and go away with His mind at rest$$$ it would be Cora. And I reckon she would make a few changes$$$ no matter how He was running it. And I reckon they would be for man’s good. Leastways$$$ we would have to like them. Leastways$$$ we might as well go on and make like we did.

I am the chosen of the Lord$$$ for who He loveth$$$ so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it$$$ seems like.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me$$$ complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not.