Nothing so aggravates an earnest person as a passive resistance.
634
All who know me consider me an eminently safe man. The late John Jacob Astor, a personage little given to poetic enthusiasm, had no hesitation in pronouncing my first grand point to be prudence, my next, method.
607
Imagine my surprise, nay, my consternation, when without moving from his privacy, Bartleby, in a singular mild, firm voice, replied, “I would prefer not to.”
605
Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!
596
To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.
586
Bartleby: ‘I would not like it at all; though, as I said before, I am not particular.‘
511
The truth was, I suppose, that a man of so small an income, could not afford to sport such a lustrous face and a lustrous coat at one and the same time.
492
As I afterwards learned, the poor scrivener, when told that he must be conducted to the Tombs, offered not the slightest obstacle, but, in his pale, unmoving way, silently acquiesced.