“You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.”

“You k'n hide de fier but what you guine do wid de smoke?”

“When you've got a thing to say, Say it! Don't take half a day.When your tale's got little in itCrowd the whole thing in a minute! Life is short--a fleeting vapor--Don't you fill the whole blamed paperWith a tale which, at a pinch, Could be cornered in an inch!Boil her down until she simmers,Polish her until she glimmers.”

“You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.”