Carroll F. Michener, Six Feet of Willow—Green (1923)
“ A grimace of pain was Allister's only answer. "And was the sleep of this poor worm's wise and illustrious benefactor filled with the jassmine-incense of celestial happiness?" "May your flesh be jellied and your bones splintered," was Allister's discourteous shot into the trumpet. "May your ancestors——" "Harmless is the bluster of the paper tiger," interrupted Ssu Yin, with a playful malice. He went on in a more kindly vein: "A gem cannot be polished without friction, or a man perfected without adversity. ”
