Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that -- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.

I have so often been asked the question: "But how did you come to think of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And my answer has always been: "It was God's will that I should." And to you moderns, who perhaps do not believe as I do, I will say, "In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny."